super magic

Chapter 681
That night, Qin Yu sent out a total of five pills, all of which were high-quality goods from the magical gourd, namely Wujie Pill, Tianbing Pill, Wanyao Pill, Dacheng Pill, and Qisha Pill.

As for the subjects, they were all selected from the five great temples. These people had amazing aptitude, but because of the turmoil that year, they were depressed, rejected by the sect, and even faced life and death threats.

From the information and list provided by Qin Changkong, Qin Yu made thousands of selections to determine these five people.

"Qin Qiansui, Qin Rongbing, Qin Wudao, Qin Jinian, Qin Shang, these five people have good aptitudes. It's a pity that they don't have the resources to train them, but they still cultivated to the domain level. They are all rare talents."

Qin Changkong took a deep look at Qin Yu.

"But are you really sure that they will grow enough to shake the little leader?"

The so-called small leaders are not just talking, they have absolute crushing strength in their respective temples, and they are truly extraordinary.

Although the five people selected by Qin Yu had good aptitudes, they were not even outstanding in their respective temples in terms of strength.Wanting to reach that height in a short period of time is tantamount to nonsense and unrealistic.

"Just look at it." Qin Yu said lightly
The elixir from the magic gourd has the power to turn decay into magic.

The five elixirs sent by Qin Yu were very suitable for the physiques and exercises of the five people, and they could infinitely magnify their strength and potential in a short period of time.

Of course, the extent to which the pill can grow after refining is also related to the person who takes the pill.

Just like Jiang Huanyu, the Red Emperor Pill that he took back then was not too precious, but it has advanced by leaps and bounds over the years, and even his fate has become blurred.

He is an exception.

The elixirs taken by Qin Qianzui and others were unusual. It took Qin Yu a lot of painstaking effort and price to tailor these five elixirs.

In a year, or even in just half a year, they should be able to truly transform themselves.

As for now, he doesn't need the strength of those five people.

What Qin Yu planned was the future.

If those five people really grow up and shake the position of the little leader, one day, they might not be able to get their hands on the position of the palace master.

At that time, there will be Qin Changkong in the Temple of Talisman, and as for the Temple of Sword, Qin Yu will place his hope on Qin Fu.

The other five great temples include Qin Qiansui and others. If it really develops according to his plan, decades or even a hundred years later, the seven great temples of the Qin clan will be under his control.

Of course, Qin Yu just planted a seed of hope.

It is up to man to plan, but it is up to heaven to make things happen. As for how far they can go, it depends on the good fortune of those five people.

Qin Yu didn't think deeply about this, it didn't happen overnight, it took time to verify it.

On the third day, the Seven Great Temples rushed to the Central King City one after another.

The Tianbei Festival officially started. This is the most solemn and grand ceremony of the Qin Clan in the past hundred years. Almost all the disciples of the Qin Clan participated.

Out of hundreds of thousands of people, only one can be baptized by the Tianbei, the cruelty can be imagined.

However, both the Seven Great Temples and the Dark Gods can launch a disciple as a seed player, who will directly enter the final sixteen without participating in the normal competition.

This caused quite a stir in the clan, but soon, everyone was relieved.

Whether it is the Seven Great Temples or the Dark God Guard, the one selected must be a small leader, the strongest in the temple, and naturally qualified to enter the top sixteen.

"Qin Fengbai was selected by the Temple of the God of Fury?"

On this day, all the disciples gathered in the central square, and Qin Yu asked among the crowd.

"It doesn't matter, I didn't intend to participate." Qin Changkong said indifferently. Since he was defeated by Qin Yu, his mentality has become much calmer.

"It doesn't matter if you don't participate, this is a muddy water, it's wise for you to avoid it." Qin Yu nodded and said, "I'll introduce someone to you later, and you can communicate more, I think it will improve your strength .”

He was talking about Qin Talisman, of course, on the Talisman Formation, this is definitely a heaven-defying evildoer.

As a disciple of the God of Talisman Hall, Qin Changkong may be stronger than him, but when it comes to whimsical ideas and the direction of practice, Qin Fu should be able to inspire him a lot.

Moreover, Qin Yu had already passed on the core matrix of the "array" character to him.

If Qin Changkong can comprehend it, his strength should improve by leaps and bounds.

"Ji Ding!" At this moment, a high-pitched voice sounded.

Above the ancient altar, a flaming divine bird soared into the sky and fell into the central cauldron.

In an instant, the flames soared into the sky, illuminating half of the sky, and the clouds seemed to be burning and turned red.

At this time, above the altar, seven figures walked slowly. They were wearing big cloaks, towering like gods, looking down.

"The Lord of the Seven Great Temples."

Qin Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, and among those seven high-ranking beings, he actually saw a familiar figure.

"Who is that person?" Qin Yu asked, pointing to one of them.

It was a middle-aged man, not angry but majestic, his eyes were like the sun and the moon, glowing with splendor, making people dare not look at him closely.

"That's Qin Huatian, the master of the Martial God Hall, who is said to be brothers with the former master of the Sword God Hall." Qin Changkong secretly transmitted his voice.

Qin Yu's heart was shaken, he was the one who arrested Qin Wentian at the Ancient Mine Star that day.

"Who is he?" Qin Yu looked to the side, the man's face was drinking alcohol, his skin was fair, and his eyes were like poisonous snakes.

"Qin Jiuyin, the master of the Realm God Hall!" Qin Changkong announced a name: "It is said that he is the youngest hall master in the past 500 years."

Qin Yu's eyes were cold, and the ancient mine star was also present that day.

"Has the master of Fushen Palace changed?" Qin Yu's expression darkened.

A man stood on the seat of the God of Talisman Hall, his eyes were dark, like hiding in the dark night, and his body exuded a cold aura.

Qin Changkong looked strange, glanced at him, and said helplessly: "He is the former Hall Master Qin Shizong, last time he made a big fuss because of you, the influence was too bad, the former Hall Master just came out to rectify the temple. .”

Qin Yu remained silent and did not speak. It was these three people who took action in the ancient mine star and arrested Qin Wentian.

"I finally saw it." Qin Yu narrowed his eyes and suppressed the emotions in his heart.

Such a master can't spy on him at will, otherwise he will definitely be alerted, but fortunately, he is now appearing as a primitive ancient demon, no matter his appearance or temperament, he is completely different from the ancient mine star that day.

Even if they stood in front of these three hall masters, they probably wouldn't recognize them.

"Why didn't you see the patriarch?" Qin Yu asked suddenly.

That is an unrivaled figure who can be equal to King Hong Tian, ​​and even forced Qin Wentian away with his clever tricks back then.

Qin Yu was full of curiosity about the patriarch of the Qin clan,
"The patriarch always sees the head of the dragon but never sees the end. There are only a handful of people in the Qin clan who have seen him, and I have never seen him." Qin Changkong said lightly: "He may not appear on such an occasion."

The two were talking secretly.

At this time, above the altar, the masters of the Seven Great Palaces looked down at the group of disciples below.

"I heard that the Sword God Temple has a good seed recently."

Suddenly, Qin Shizong spoke, his eyes were cold, and he searched among the many disciples below.

His voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the central square.

Everyone fell silent.

(End of this chapter)