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Seeing the old magician's haggard look, a fat man in the costume of a beast trainer frowned: "Sect Master, it's not worth wasting so much magic for this kid. Even if this kid survives by chance, he will not be able to hold on until the elements are backfiring in the future. Seeing that the elements in his body exploded so quickly, it was simply a congenital deficiency of the meridians. It was impossible to rely on him to cultivate the original energy."

This person who spoke is also one of the six elders of Ziyun Sect, the intermediate monster summoner Ramon.

Geranis glared at Ramon: "There are disciples of Ziyun Sect who have been recruiting for the past Ziyun Sect. As long as they climb the ladder of Tongtian, they will be accepted as inner disciples of Ziyun Sect. You don't know this? Although this young man has not yet chosen the system of cultivation, he cannot watch him die on Ziyun Mountain."

After hearing Geranis's words, everyone present had no sound, but their eyes were still extremely cold.

Seeing everyone's eyes, Geranis shook his head and was about to speak to keep Mu Hao here, but was interrupted by an old man wearing a black robe and a hoodie.

"Hehehe~~~ Sect Master Geranis, since everyone doesn't want to ask for this kid, I'll take him in on your behalf. We, Wandu Peak, still have no disciple. Although this kid cannot cultivate the original ability, he can still help me and take care of my daily life." The old man in black robe looked a little hoarse.

After hearing the old man's request, everyone present changed their faces, but they returned to normal in a flash. Everyone looked at the sect leader Geranis.

"Moroc, I remember that your disciples in Wandu Peak were very prosperous in the past. Now they have become like this. Do you also need to review it? A few months ago, you just picked a disciple from Wu Tian. Where is that disciple now?" Geranis's face was a little darker.

"Hehe, Sect Master, that disciple is fine, but I feel a little uncomfortable recently. I asked him to rest. Anyway, I can't cultivate the original ability. I'm good to help me! I'm engaged in research, not just to revitalize the power of Ziyun Sect!" The old man in black robe smiled gloomy.

Geranis sighed: "Moroc, we were two of us in the past, and I also knew that you wanted to revive Ziyun Sect, but these costs should not be borne by these disciples. I hope you can stop at the right time. I can give this young man to you, but I hope you won't get involved in the next sect selection."

After hearing Geranis's words, a trace of evil appeared in his turbid eyes. He didn't say anything, but just walked quietly towards Mu Hao lying on the ground.

Just as Morok walked into Mu Hao, a black shadow suddenly shot out from the stone tablet in the distance. He stopped beside Morok in a few breaths, grabbed Mu Hao who was lying on the ground and headed down the peak.

Everyone present did not feel strange about the sudden appearance of the black shadow. It was obvious that they had experienced this kind of thing for a long time.

Seeing Moroke and another black robe disappear, he went down the stairs of the sky. A middle-aged man wearing a shabby Taoist robe and carrying a purple sword with a finger-widthed face and a round face, he looked angry: "Sect Master, if Moroke is allowed to act recklessly again, it will probably endanger the entire Ziyun Sect sooner or later. If the things he did are spread, it will only cause greater trouble to the sect."

"Yes, if the young man hadn't fallen into Morok's hands just now, maybe he would have lived for a while. If he went to Wandu Peak, he would probably have only three months of his life. Although there were not many disciples in Wandu Peak where Morok was located, it was not like he is now. In just less than ten years, there were no disciples in the entire Wandu Peak, and this situation had begun to spread to the outside world. I think he could not ignore it." Afrola, a female archer, touched the silver bow in her hand and said lightly.

"Don't worry about this matter for now. I will remind Moroke. By tomorrow, Ed will bring the qualified young men in this selection. There are many young men participating in the sect selection this time. There should be a few talented ones. Then I will assign some to each of you elders. Okay, let's all be separated." Geranis looked a little tired, and without caring about the others, he walked slowly towards the Ziluan Hall in the distance.

The Ziluan Hall is surrounded by buildings, with jade buildings and pavilions connected by pavilions, and the corridors are back. The surrounding ancient trees are clustered with long bridges. Although the flowers wither in winter, they give people a simple and majestic feeling.

When Mu Hao woke up and opened his eyes, three days had passed.

Smelling the smell of medicine around him, Mu Hao moved his arms a little, and a heart-wrenching pain hit Mu Hao's whole body. If Mu Hao hadn't endured it, he would have screamed out on the spot.

No longer dared to move around, Mu Hao simply opened his eyes and looked at the environment he was in.

After a long time, Mu Hao realized that he was not in the room, but in an extremely huge cave.

Just when Mu Hao was a little confused, he heard a gentle footsteps coming from not far away.

When the visitor approached, Mu Hao saw clearly what the visitor looked like.

The old man in front of him was wearing a black robe. From where Mu Hao was, he could see the old man's wrinkled face and a pair of light gray and turbid eyes.

What made Mu Hao feel a little numb was that the old man's face seemed to be completely bloodless and gray. If the old man closed his eyes, Mu Hao would even think that he was a dead person.

"You woke up a lot later than expected, but fortunately, you finally saved your life." The old man said to Mu Hao in a slightly hoarse voice.

Mu Hao struggled to calm down his mood and plucked the courage to look at the old man: "Old man, who are you? Where is this? I remember that I participated in the Ziyun Sect's selection, but later I didn't remember it. Did I pass my selection?" Although I didn't know the result, there was still a trace of expectation in Mu Hao's eyes.

After hearing Mu Hao's words, the old man stood up and turned his back to Mu Hao, and a trace of evil flashed in his turbid eyes: "Little guy, your perseverance is really amazing. You can actually pass the selection! This is the Wanpo Peak of Ziyun Sect. From now on, I will be your master. My name is Moroke, and I am the elder of Ziyun Sect. After you get well, I will explain some things to you."

Mu Hao was stunned by the old man's sudden words, lying on the stone bed without moving, his mind was in chaos, and he didn't even know what he was thinking.

After a while, when Mu Hao came to his senses, he suddenly realized that the old man around him had left here at some point.

Although I don’t know the details of my selection and don’t know much about my current situation, it’s enough for Mu Hao to know that I’ve passed the selection. At this time, Mu Hao was completely silent in joy and excitement.

Time passed by two days, and Mu Hao, who had been lying on the stone bed, recovered a lot. During these two days, Moroke had visited Mu Hao many times. Not only did he change the medicine for Mu Hao, but he also gave the food to Moroke himself.

During the time we met Morok, Mu Hao also learned a lot about Ziyun Sect, including some systems within the sect and some confusions in cultivation.

When Mu Hao asked about the day of the selection, the old man also told Mu Hao the whole story.

After a detailed conversation, Mu Hao was no longer afraid of Moroke. Although he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he had at least accepted the fact that the old man became his master.

The old man's medical skills were very clever in Mu Hao's eyes. After Mu Hao was awake for only two days, Mu Hao could get out of bed and walk.

Mu Hao couldn't help feeling a little depressed when he gently touched the light yellow round magic pattern on his left hand. Originally, Mu Hao's idea was to become an outer disciple of the Ziyun Sect and learn a skill.

However, people's ideas are constantly changing with the environment they are in. Mu Hao certainly hopes that he can go further and become a cultivator when he is able to enter the inner door. However, since he heard about Moroke's own real situation, Mu Hao has still been hit.

"What's wrong? Are you thinking about the backlash of elements?" Just as Mu Hao lowered his head and thought about things, the old voice of Morock suddenly came to mind not far away.

Seeing Moroke standing not far away beside him with a smile on his face, Mu Hao quickly stood up, bowed his head and bowed slightly to Moroke, and praised respectfully: "Master! You are here."

Morok nodded to Mu Hao and sat on the stone pier not far from Mu Hao: "Mu Hao, you care a lot about the backlash of elements! You don't have to worry about this. When the magic of the seal loosens, I will ask the sect leader to bless you again, and there should be no worries about life."

Seeing that Moroke was misunderstood, Mu Hao hesitated for a moment and said to Moroke: "Master, I'm not thinking about this, I'm thinking, can't I really cultivate the original energy?"

"Haha~~~ When I brought you back, I had already checked your physique for you. Cultivation requires effort, but qualifications are also important! With your physique, if you want to cultivate original energy, it is indeed impossible. In terms of the innate conditions of the meridians, you are far from those teenagers with good qualifications!" Morock said in a whisper.

Moroke's words cut off Mu Hao's last thought. A trace of disappointment appeared in Mu Hao's eyes, and he lowered his head and stopped talking.

Seeing Mu Hao's appearance, Morok smiled: "What? If you can't cultivate the original energy, you are ready to give up?"

Mu Hao didn't know how to answer Moroke's question in front of him, but he just looked at Moroke with some confusion. In Mu Hao's opinion, it was not that he wanted to give up, but that there was no glimmer of hope in reality.
Chapter completed!