Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2272 Three years is too long
In the forging hall, the young man's face was slightly gloomy, while the disciple who bet with Mo Xian earlier was ashamed.

"Hmph, you're being smart, do you think people like him don't know that you're trying to play tricks in secret? Fortunately, I found out in time, otherwise I'm afraid our Forging Hall will really become a laughing stock." After a long time, the young man sank soundtrack.

"Senior brother, is Mo Xian really that powerful? Even senior brother looks at him with admiration?" Hearing this, everyone couldn't believe it.

The person who bet with Mo Xian was pretty good in the forging hall, and he also had some experience in the use of divine consciousness.

After all, Mo Xian was born in Yeluzi, for the forging who sometimes needed hands-on teaching, no matter how talented he was, it was useless.

It is already a fantasy to be able to create an eighth-rank Lingbao.

"If I'm not wrong, he may have a very powerful blacksmithing teacher, otherwise it would be impossible to have such a strange method." The young man said lightly, the things they came into contact with were relatively orthodox, but Mo Xian showed The means, but he has never seen it before.

"Then what should we do now?" Everyone looked at each other, and they all noticed the shock in each other's eyes.

"Actually, it's nothing. After all, he has joined Beihuang Temple now. As a blacksmith, only our Forging Hall can help him develop best. He is a smart person and should know how to choose." The young man smiled lightly, and then suddenly He looked at the disciple of the Forging Hall who had bet with Mo Xian before.

An invisible pressure spread, and the disciple of the Forging Hall was directly crushed to the ground.

"In the next three months, you are not allowed to take a step here, and use your brain more when you do things in the future."

After finishing speaking, the young man strode away.

In fact, he and Mo Xian did not have any rival or competitive relationship. Although there were some minor conflicts this time, they were harmless under his handling.

He believed that it would not be long before Mo Xian would stand on the same front as himself.

"Junior brother, you should take care of yourself." The rest of the people cast a contemptuous look at the disciple of the Forging Hall who was shaking his head, and left one after another.

This disciple's behavior can be said to have crossed the red line, and I am afraid that no one will be willing to deal with him in the future.

In the battle arena, Mo Xian managed to beat those enthusiastic brothers and sisters.

In his opinion, this is much more tiring than fighting or forging.

Fortunately, there are not many designs of eighth-grade spirit treasures. Most people just ask him to repair broken spirit treasures or forge some lower-level spirit treasures. It is not difficult and will not cost him too much time.

But in this way, he also found a lot of free sparring partners for himself, which is equivalent to killing multiple birds with one stroke, but I'm afraid he will be very busy in the future.

"Hehe, it really is a boy born from a hero, I never thought that little friend Mo Xian is also a blacksmith." At this time, an old and kind voice suddenly came over vaguely.

Then, a rather abrupt figure appeared in the sight of everyone.

"Venerable Huanglong!" After seeing it clearly, everyone was startled, and immediately saluted.

This Venerable Huanglong is quite famous in the Northern Desolation Palace, unlike other hermit seniors, he almost never appears.

Mo Xian frowned slightly, he had already guessed the purpose of Venerable Huanglong's visit
He didn't understand why the Venerable Huanglong was so persistent after being rejected by so many talented people in the Northern Wilderness Hall, which didn't fit his identity.

"Hehe, you are busy with your work. The old man is here to discuss some matters with little friend Mo Xian." Venerable Huanglong smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum on his old face, giving people a very kind feeling.

"Are you looking for Junior Brother Mo Xian?" Hearing this, everyone looked at Mo Xian enviously.

Venerable Huanglong came in person, no matter what the purpose was, it was a great honor.

Facing Venerable Huanglong who was looking at him with a smile, Mo Xian had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "Senior, I don't know what to ask this junior for?"

"Hehe, how did you think about what I said last time?" Venerable Huanglong didn't have any scruples at all, as if he was afraid that Mo Xian would forget, he emphasized: "That is, you also want to accept you as a personal disciple. You know, with my old bones, I can't tell when I will travel west, but my mantle cannot be passed on."

"Accept Junior Brother Mo Xian as a personal disciple!"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes widened suddenly, their faces full of disbelief, which was a great thing.

Although they are all disciples of the Northern Wilderness Hall, but the direct disciples have a powerful master to teach alone, and will also provide some resources, so the result is naturally impossible to be the same.

In a sense, even elite disciples are inferior to direct disciples.

Mo Xian didn't expect Venerable Huanglong to say it directly. After all, there are so many people here. If he doesn't agree, Venerable Huanglong will be ugly.

As a junior, it is obviously not good to do so.

"Little friend Mo Xian, there are so many people here, you won't embarrass this old man, will you?" Venerable Huanglong said with a smile, already a little bit trying to use the people around to force Mo Xian.

"Tsk tsk, Junior Brother Mo Xian is Junior Brother Mo Xian, and Venerable Huanglong actually made such a plea."

Hearing this, everyone was a little bit embarrassed, and couldn't help discussing in a low voice.

They ask themselves that such a good thing happens to them, and they will definitely not be able to resist the temptation.

"Senior, it's not that this junior doesn't want to agree, it's just that this junior has some things to do recently, so I'm afraid I can't feel at ease." Mo Xian said helplessly, but he still had some doubts in his heart.

The status of the Venerable Huanglong is considered honorable, but he actually pulled his face down several times.

"It's okay, I'm not that old-fashioned, and I won't restrict you too much. If you follow me, I will definitely teach you everything. With your talent, I am sure that within three years, I will let you reach a higher level. level." Venerable Huanglong said slowly, his voice was full of an irresistible temptation.

"A higher level!" Mo Xian's expression froze, the Martial Ancestor's realm is not the limit of a warrior, but if you want to go to a higher level, the talent of a single product is still a bit pale, and you must have a great opportunity.

But in front of him, there seemed to be an opportunity in front of him.

He had to admit that he was seduced by Venerable Huanglong's words.

Others are even more dumbfounded. They naturally know the higher level of difficulty, not to mention three years, even 30 years, 300 years may not be able to touch it.

"Senior's words are indeed very attractive, but this junior thinks that three years is too long." After pondering for a moment, Mo Xian said calmly.

What he said was like a thunderbolt, causing everyone present to be in an uproar.

There is no time in practice, three years is but a snap of the fingers, but Mo Xian still thinks it is long?
This can no longer be described as arrogance, perhaps naivety is more appropriate.

(End of this chapter)