Sleeping for ten thousand years, the queen kneeled and asked me to come out of the mountain

Chapter 12: Monster talent, everyone is scrambling for it!
Watching Xian'er perform, Yang Xuan almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Consider it?

Hehe, is this an opportunity for other forces?
Hurry up, let's all fight for this genius, it's best to fight to be lively.

"My lord, give Yang Xuan to us, and we promise you two conditions!"

There was a sudden thunderclap in the sky.

An old man in purple stood up with extraordinary bearing.

Behind him, there is an eight-meter sedan chair, embroidered with countless ancient patterns, which is dazzling under the reflection of the sun.

He is the leader of the Southern Wilderness Sect, named Mo Tianchou. No matter the power behind him or his own cultivation, he is not inferior to Master Yun, so it is no wonder that he speaks with confidence.

But as soon as his words fell, there was another thunder in the sky.

"Hahaha, Patriarch Yun, Patriarch Mo, you two don't have to argue, this genius has a Dao body, and he is the most suitable for my Cangyan Ancient Sect!"

Accompanied by this voice, an old woman with white hair and childlike face appeared in the sky, with a purple bamboo walking stick in her hand, exuding a monstrous aura.

"Grandma Zizhu, are you here to rob someone too?"

When Master Mo saw this person, his face changed, and for the first time, a bit of fear appeared in the domineering eyes.

And the people around, except for a few hidden emperors, all showed ugly smiles.

Obviously, the visitors put a lot of pressure on them.

"Xian'er, who is this person?" Yang Xuan was a little curious, and sent a sound transmission to Xian'er.

"Brother, Granny Zizhu is the Supreme Elder of the Cangyan Ancient Sect. It is said that she has already transformed into Taoism and ascended to heaven, but she is still alive."

Xian'er said via voice transmission, with a rare dignified voice.

"Hehe, it turned out to be drilled out of the soil." Yang Xuan smiled, with an indifferent look on his face.

Cangyan Ancient Sect, of course he knew, it was one of the oldest sects in Huangyu, and several golden immortals walked out of the sect.

Although the masters have withered over the years and their power is gone, but in terms of background, there are probably few forces in the field who can compare with them.

"Grandma Zizhu, I don't agree with what you said. Taoism is naturally suitable for cultivation and is very important to all sects. Please forgive me for not giving in this time."

"Senior Zizhu, if it is other treasures, the younger generation should be courteous, but this Yang Xuan is a genius of mythology, how can I miss it in the Southern Wilderness Sect?"

Patriarch Yun and Master Mo refuted Granny Zizhu's words one after another.

Compared to Granny Zizhu, the two of them are indeed juniors, but when facing a mythical genius, they will not respect the old and love the young.

"Two juniors, mother-in-law, when I became emperor, you were still playing with mud. If you talk about teaching apprentices, who can beat me in the field?"

Granny Zizhu relied on the old to sell the old, jingled the real fairy-level Zizhu staff, pointed at everyone and threatened.

However, others were afraid of her threats, but Master Yun and Master Mo were not.

As a result, the three major forces competed, and no one was willing to give in. The scene was once full of gunpowder.

The rest of the forces, thinking that they could not compare with these three major forces, each retreated to a distance to watch the excitement.

Of course, even though it's watching the fun, it's inevitable that there are still some leaks.

Just as the three major forces were vying for a fight, an old laughter came over.

"Hahaha, Patriarch Yun, Master Mo, and Granny Zizhu, you can't come to a conclusion even after arguing, why don't you ask the parties involved?"

Along with the laughter, a large windmill appeared in the distant sky, which was as high as ten feet, and the wind was whistling and powerful.

There are many figures on the windmill, some are standing, some are sitting, and some are simply hanging with one hand on it, which looks weird.

What is even more speechless is that the people above are all dressed as farmers, wearing sackcloth, white cloth on their heads, and straw sandals on their feet.

I don't know, I thought it was a group of farmers mourning.

"I don't know who it is. It turns out that the master of the Great Wilderness Sect has arrived. Maid Sect Master, you are not at home to farm hard, why are you here to join in the fun?"

The master of the Yun family is sharp and sharp, on the surface it is a compliment, but in fact it is ironic that the Great Wilderness Gate is a group of farmers.

However, what he said was not wrong.

Dahuangmen lived in Daozhou Daozhou for generations, backed by the Dahuang Mountain, men and women plowed and weaved at ordinary times, and had no competition with the world, no different from farmers.

However, no one can underestimate their strength.

Not to mention anything else, just because they have been sitting in Dahuang Daozhou for many years and no one has dared to provoke them is enough to explain a lot of problems.

Seeing the appearance of another top power, everyone's expressions became serious again.

The four top forces competed for a genius, and this time it became even more lively.

"Hehe, Patriarch Yun, although my Great Wilderness Clan makes a living by farming, I also like geniuses."

An old man in sackcloth emerged from the windmill, his large sackcloth fluttered in the wind, looking like a wild crane in the clouds.

This person is the master of the Great Wilderness Sect, a generation of eccentrics, Mai Dakong, with a strange surname, a strange name, and even more strange people.

However, his strength is extremely strong, and he is one of the most difficult people to provoke besides the ten emperors of the wasteland.

After scanning the audience, he withdrew his gaze and said to the three major forces in front of him, "Everyone, what do you think of my proposal just now?"

"Sect Master Maiyi is right. We really should ask Mr. Yang Xuan for his opinion."

"That's a good word!"

"According to Mai's nephew's words!"

The three powerhouses looked at each other, and then spoke in agreement.

The four powerhouses each exuded powerful imperial prestige and focused their attention on Yang Xuan.

"Yang Xuan, if you join my Yun Family, I will do my best to teach you, even the most precious Yunlong Jiujue, I can pass it on to you!"

"Yang Xuan, if you join my Southern Desolation Sect, you will be the Son of God of the Southern Desolation Sect. You can learn the Gu skills of the Southern Border, and you can choose the beauties of the Southern Border!"

"Young man, my Granny Zizhu wants nothing else in this life, but to teach a good apprentice. As long as you join the Cangyan Ancient Sect, the Cangyan Ancient Sect will use all of its resources to train you. Hurry up and become a teacher!"

"Young man, come to my Great Wilderness Gate. I will teach you the treasured technique of Shennong, and I will give you an imperial soldier as a gift. The spiritual land is full of..."

In order to attract Yang Xuan, the four emperor-level powerhouses had to work hard, and the conditions were more generous than the other.

Hearing these generous conditions, everyone's eyes turned red, and they wished that they would become god-level geniuses and agree for Yang Xuan.

The conditions of the four major forces are no longer recruiting apprentices, but inviting a young ancestor.

Everyone looked at Yang Xuan, very curious about how he should choose?

However, Yang Xuan, who was the person involved, was not moved at all, and instead looked at the windmill in a daze.

It seems that in his eyes, these favorable conditions are far less important than windmills.

Yang Xuan's expression made everyone mistakenly think that he was not satisfied, and they couldn't help but secretly scolded him for being too clueless.

The four emperors are all figures standing at the top of the pyramid in the wasteland. They sincerely want to invite you, but you keep silent and ignore them at all.

No matter how good your talent is, you can't be so arrogant and unreasonable.

No matter how good-tempered the Four Great Emperors were, seeing Yang Xuan's indifferent attitude made him feel a little angry.

It was only for the sake of Yang Xuan's myth-level genius that they held back the anger in their hearts and did not explode on the spot.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Xian'er shook Yang Xuan's arm.

She didn't understand why Yang Xuan valued a windmill so much.

True fairy artifacts are indeed precious, but who is Yang Xuan?In his eyes, even the top-notch true fairy weapon is no different from rubbish.

Yang Xuan shook his head when he heard Xianer's question, but did not speak.

What he really cares about is not a windmill, but the refiner of this windmill.

(End of this chapter)