Chapter 95: Forging of Eight Desolates (2)

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then rushed back in a hurry. When Wu Luo saw that things were not good, he quickly said, "First come first served. Don't blame me if you come late..."

The middle-aged man was angry and glaring at him. The old man was also smiling. The tofu-brained father-in-law's face was not very good-looking.

Guo Xiao felt that he might have read it wrong. The guy who was as powerful as Cui Can, the emperor of the Southern Wilderness who had once appeared, actually used his skills to fly back to get a chair for thirty copper coins. He saw at least nine flying spells that had been lost in the cultivation world!

Guo Xiao shook his body a few times, and his brain was a little swollen: "Illusions are all illusions..."

The first person who came back was not surprising, but the shopkeeper closest to Wuluo. Everyone's flying spells were very clever, as if they were not bad, and the distance was close naturally succeeded.

After getting thirty copper coins, a "window of fortune" came in vain. The shopkeeper was so beautiful that he put the copper coins in his purse and swayed them, and liked to hear the sound.

Wu Luoan sat steadily on the chair. When he looked up, the moon had already reached the sky, the silver plate was bright and perfect.

At this moment, the mountain peak suddenly shook after absorbing the moonlight. Wu Luo thought he was dazzled, and suddenly a thought flowed: Is it possible to enthrone the life talisman?

Wu Luo was shocked, and the Investiture of Gods immediately confirmed his judgment. Yes, it was the mountain in front of him, the destiny talisman!

An ancient and distant force slowly spread, the surface of the mountain seemed to become transparent, and calf-sized runes appeared inside, and golden light flashed.

A straight silver light broke through the shackles of the mountain and projected onto a monk. After a moment, three snow-white lotus flowers appeared above the monk's head, and it disappeared in a moment.

The three of them shook their heads together: "There is only the potential below the seventh grade."

Then the light swept to a monk next to him, and three lotus flowers appeared above the monk's head, but they had existed for a longer time.

"Potential in the seventh grade."

Gradually everyone understood that this light could detect the potential of a monk, which was equivalent to predicting the future achievements of a monk.

Three lotus flowers correspond to seventh grade, four flowers correspond to sixth grade, and so on.

The time when the lotus exists, determine the level of the same level. The longest time is the best, the second is the medium, and the second is the lowest.

Wu Luo thought to himself that this was somewhat similar to Zhu Qingjiang's "unique" destiny talisman, but it seemed to be more accurate. I was afraid that he had reached the realm of the first-class destiny talisman, and he couldn't tell which level of the upper, middle and lower levels.

Unfortunately, the position of the world's number one strange talisman has been occupied, otherwise this strange destiny talisman would have a very likely impact on the world's number one sequence.

Soon, half of the monks in the field had been identified. The second one only reached the potential level of the eighth grade, and the best one is currently at the fifth grade.

The monks who received good reviews were naturally happy and full of hope for the future. However, those monks with too low potential, such as the eighth-level monk, were completely depressed and looked miserable.

No one can accept such a result. I don’t have less hard work than others in my daily life. Why do others’ future achievements be higher than me? Just because I am a bad person after I come out of my mother’s womb?!

The light identified another cultivator in the sixth grade. After that, the light turned and fell on Guo Xiao. Everyone became a little turbulent.

Although this time when we entered Tianjie, we were in a competitive relationship, Guo Xiao from Longhu Mountain still had the slightest attitude of a leader.

At this moment, when everyone saw the light coming, they held their breath, wanting to see how much potential Guo Xiao has.

After a moment of light shrouding, a lotus rose, followed by the second, third, and fourth... As everyone kept screaming, it was until the seventh, and finally no lotus flew out.

The lotus stayed for a very long time, and seemed to be a little unwilling to dissipate, but in the end it seemed that it could not withstand some power and slowly dissipated.

"At the third grade!" An exclamation was heard around him. The best one before was only among the fifth grade. Compared with Guo Xiao, it was really too far apart.

For a moment, everyone looked at Guo Xiao even more differently. No wonder they were trained by the nine heavenly gates, no wonder they were able to become the leader of everyone, it was indeed extraordinary!

Many monks who were originally quite hostile to Guo Xiao and were not convinced also secretly changed their strategies, thinking that after leaving Tianjie, they would find an opportunity to have a good relationship with this young man Guo. If they were not sure, they would have a day to ask for someone else.

Guo Xiao was also very content. Although he tried his best to suppress him and wanted to pretend to be calm, a hint of joy appeared on his face.

When the father-in-law and the other two saw the sixth lotus floating above Guo Xiao's head, they were also very nervous and full of hope. However, after the seventh lotus, no more lotus appeared, and the three of them were immediately disappointed.

"It's pretty good at the third grade, but unfortunately it's only one step away." The father-in-law was extremely regretful.

The old man on the side also sighed: "As long as there is another lotus, even if it is under the second level, there will be great hope. The magic talisman will give you the Dharma, and we will also have a little more hope."

The middle-aged man felt very sorry: "There hasn't been a useful person for so many years. This is the best one, it's really...ah!"

He stood up, raised his hand and flew out with a white jade bead, and came to Guo Xiao.

"It's only one step away, it's a pity. I'll send this 'chalk bead' to you. I'll go back and practice and comprehend it well. Don't let me down."

Not to mention martial arts, even magic weapons, no one has been able to bring them out from Tianjie in recent hundreds of years. This chalk bead, you can tell that it is at least a second-grade or above treasure. It can be taken out with the chalk bead. Not to mention Guo Xiao's strength has improved, but in terms of fame, I am afraid that he will immediately become one of the most popular heroes in the righteous cultivation!

"Thank you, senior!" Guo Xiao hurriedly bowed. After three bows, he carefully took the chalk beads. As soon as the treasure bought it, Guo Xiao immediately showed joy. It was a magic weapon that was one by one, the best. Tianjie was indeed extraordinary, and it was a magic weapon that was one by one. Guo Xiao had already made up his mind that after going out, he would definitely refine this magic weapon into his own natal magic weapon.

No one can excite everyone next, and the best one is the potential under the fifth grade.

After seeing the potential of Guo Xiao in the third grade, everyone naturally didn't take much attention to this fifth grade.

Soon everyone had identified the appraisal. The light brush turned around, but also enveloped Wu Luo who had been watching the fun. Wu Luo was stunned for a moment, and it didn't matter. If you want to identify it, then let you identify it.

Guo Xiao and others didn't care much about Wu Luo. In their opinion, this kid was just a match for the numbers. Many monks surrounded Guo Xiao and pretended to be intimate.

The light shrouded on Wu Luo. After a cup of tea, no lotus rose. The three of them looked strange.

I don’t know who accidentally glanced at Wu Luo. Seeing that Wu Luo didn’t even have a lotus, he burst into laughter and said sarcastically: “I don’t even have a lotus, I’m not a ninth grade, I’m not a grade at all. I really don’t know if you jumped out of the crack of that stone. Do you run here to make up the numbers!”

When everyone saw it, they burst into laughter. Even the ninth grade had no potential, and the future achievements can be imagined. To mock a person with almost no psychological burden, there is no need to worry that he will surpass himself in the future.

Guo Xiao also felt relieved. Wu Luo's potential is so low that even a talisman master will definitely have extremely limited achievements in the future. Originally, he was an enemy of a talisman master, but Guo Xiao was very entangled, but now he has let go and shows a mocking smile to Wu Luo.

"Shut up!" The middle-aged man shouted angrily, and the monks immediately fell silent and dared not say anything more. It seems that the people in Tianjie couldn't bear to be humiliated. Well, they would be honest in Tianjie. When they go out, such a waste can bully whatever they want.

Wu Luo sat on the chair, simply crossed his legs and looked at the self-righteous monks leisurely. Both sides were not on the same level at all, and it was completely unnecessary to get angry with these people.

The light shrouded Wu Luo. During the meal, the three of them and the shopkeepers looked at him carefully without blinking.

Some monks were dissatisfied.

Obviously, the boss of Tofu Nao is the leader of Tianjie. Wu Luo took care of his business and hoped that Wu Luo would get benefits. It was obviously impossible that no lotus had risen for such a long time. Wu Luo was just a waste of our time.

But I was yelled by the middle-aged man just now, and everyone dared not speak out at this time.

Finally, another cup of tea passed, and the light was collected in a flash, and a monk could no longer hold back: "A waste that is not included in the product has been delayed for so long. Even I could see that this kid is useless..."

Before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged man shouted loudly: "Shut up!"

His strength is comparable to that of Wu Luo in his previous life. Think about it, even if these young monks are of extraordinary talent, the difference between them and the Emperor of Southern Wilderness is simply 100,800 miles away.

The middle-aged man's roar implied the meaning of punishment. A wave of air continued to surround his mouth, and quickly turned into a layer of sound wave and rushed out.

The monk let out a muffled groan, flew hundreds of feet out of thin air, fell to the ground and rolled a few times, and struggled to hold up, then spit out a mouthful of blood with a whistle, obviously he was seriously injured.

The father-in-law stood up, and the beard Wufeng automatically said: "This trip to Tianjie ends early. I will send someone to send you out. Wuluo, stay."
Chapter completed!