After the middle-aged man accepted Jiang Ling as a disciple, his attitude towards him also changed 360 degrees.

Even if Jiang Ling asked him some explicit questions directly, he was not angry. Instead, he explained to him patiently, which was completely different from the ruthless man who had splattered with anger and blood from all directions before.

If Jiang Ling hadn't experienced it personally and felt Master Leng's murderous nature, he would have said that he would not be able to connect the two of them before.

"There are disciples under the palace master, divided into 7 levels, corresponding to 7 robes of different colors."

The middle-aged man pointed at the yellow robe on Jiangling's body: "If you wear a yellow robe, you are the introductory disciples, and there are two lower-level ones below you, namely the registered disciples and the peripheral disciples."

There are 7 colors of robes, which are the simplest, from low to high, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple.

The 7 major disciple levels, from low to high, are: registered disciples, peripheral disciples, introductory disciples, inner disciples, elite disciples, core disciples, and inherited disciples.

Jiang Ling nodded when he heard this, looking thoughtful.

It seems that it is indeed a very strange thing for him, a newcomer, to become a third-level entry disciple as soon as he entered the Temple of Ten Thousand Worlds. No wonder so many people were surprised and shocked. "By the way, Master, are you a disciple of the inheritance?" Jiang Ling suddenly reacted.

For the inheritance disciple, isn’t he the seventh-level disciple of the Temple of Ten Thousand Realms? He is only one level away from the Lord of the Hall, and it doesn’t seem much different.

The middle-aged man glanced at Jiangling: "I know what you are thinking. The gap between me and the palace master is very big. You don't need to think too much. Not only is it strength but also status, but it also has a huge difference."

"The Lord of the Palace is equivalent to the princes in the Temple of Ten Thousand Realms. He can recruit disciples in the Temple of Ten Thousand Realms to form major forces. Even if I am the most powerful disciple of the inheritance, I am a disciple after all."

Jiang Ling looked helpless and thought to himself that when you said you were so calm and calm when you were very weak, it was really unique.

In this world, the middle-aged man in front of him was the first person Jiangling had ever seen, and he said that he was so natural to say that he was a croquette.

Jiang Ling didn't care too much. In fact, it's good to worship Master Leng, at least it's low-key and won't be too prominent.

Low-key and vulgar development is Jiangling’s favorite thing to do.

Moreover, his purpose is not to fight for power and power in this temple of all worlds, but to return to the outside world to fight for dominance of the world.

Thinking of this, Jiangling quickly asked: "Master, I want to know how to return to the outside world from here."

"If you want to go out, it will not be difficult for you," he carried his hands on his back, and his face was calm. "As long as you practice to the four major separation stages of Nirvana, you can return to the outside world."

"Ah?" Jiang Ling was still filled with joy when he heard the first half of the sentence, until he heard the second half of the sentence, he was stunned on the spot.

What is the concept of the four great separations in the Nirvana period? In other words, at least you must cultivate to the sixth level of Nirvana.

If this is really a state of mind, the daylily will be cold!

The prosperous era is expected to officially open soon, even if it is not enough to wait for a year. No matter how strong Feixian Mountain is, it will be difficult to last for how long without Jiangling taking charge of the overall situation.

"Why, I'm in a hurry to go out?" The middle-aged man saw Jiangling's urgency.

"Yes." Jiang Ling nodded.

"If you really want to go out, there is a way." He suddenly spoke.

Hearing this, Jiang Ling frowned slightly and asked quickly: "What's the solution?"

...

At the same time, Jiang Ling quickly found Jiang Chen and the others after leaving his master Leng Yutong's cave.

But at this moment, the generals and the others were surrounded by people in the center, and even Bai Xiaotan and Yuan Tiangang were injured and were lying on the ground and shouting "Oh, Oh, Oh," they said.

In front of Yuan Tiangang and the others, a woman wearing a veil stood behind her, with a group of men with strong auras standing like a flower protector.

The surroundings were full of people watching the fun, and they all looked calmly without bothering.

Although there are not many people watching in the Temple of Ten Thousand Worlds, these are all real strong men. Anyone who goes out will cause a stir, and even Jiangling cannot deal with it.

Seeing that his own people were bullied, Jiangling could not keep calm. He glared at his eyes and walked up quickly: "Are you? Why did you hurt my friend?"

Yuan Tiangang, Yingying and the others saw Jiangling coming, their courage became much bigger and they felt confident. The original panic disappeared immediately.

Hearing Jiangling's voice, the people on the other side also turned to look over.

The masked woman in the lead saw Jiangling, her eyes flashed and the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "Jiangling, are you Jiangling, the new one?"

Jiang Ling frowned slightly, wondering how this woman knew his identity.

"It's him, he didn't choose 21 jade plaques in the palace master, but he chose the weakest jade plaque. He was so stupid that he was so funny."

"That idiot is him? His name is Jiangling?"

Everyone around was talking in a low voice.

In a very short period of time, Jiangling's deeds had spread.

"It's actually the waste Leng Yutong."

The woman who led the lead couldn't help but sneer when she saw Jiang Ling's yellow robe.

As long as the disciples in the Temple of All Realms worship someone, the robe they wear will leave the mark or breath of the master.

This is specially used in the Temple of All Worlds to distinguish identities, and it is precisely because of this system that the leading women recognize it.

"Leng Yutong?"

"What, I heard it right? He worshipped Leng Yutong's disciple and became Leng Yutong's apprentice?"

"Hahaha, this is so funny, so weird."

After everyone learned that Jiangling’s master was Leng Yutong, they all smiled contemptuously.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Ling was a little surprised and didn't understand why everyone was sneering after hearing Leng Yutong's name.

However, this was the first time Jiang Ling knew his master's real name, but he did not expect to know his master's real name under this situation.

Seeing Jiang Ling's face full of weirdness and confusion, the woman who led the lead raised her lips and showed a sneer: "I'm afraid you don't know what your master is doing yet."

"I guess you still think you followed the right person and picked up the treasure," she smiled faintly, "I tell you, Leng Yutong is a waste, and has been at the level of inherited disciples for tens of thousands of years. Most of the disciples in the same batch as him have become the palace masters or even higher-level existences. Only he is still standing still and has not made any progress."

Jiang Ling's eyes were slightly dark. The Master Leng he came into contact with was not as unbearable as these people said. Could it be a matter of vision?

Maybe Jiangling has a low vision and thinks that a very powerful person is not that strong in fact? Perhaps in the eyes of higher-level people, he is just a waste?

"Leng Yutong, that fool followed Leng Yutong, and the waste master brought a waste apprentice, which was simply a waste combination."

Before, everyone was envious of Jiangling for being favored by so many hall masters, but now they can finally mock it openly.

Leng Yutong is definitely an authentic waste, and he doesn't even have to worry about scolding Leng Yutong.

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Jiangling looked calm.

He couldn't control the outsider's mouth, so he could say whatever they could. Anyway, he thought that Master Leng was strong enough.

Even if Master Leng is really a waste as they said, he is more than enough to teach him Jiangling.

"Let them go, they are mine."

Jiangling ignored people's comments and stared at the woman who was leading the way.

"Let them go? Impossible." The woman who led the lead had murderous intent in her tone.

"This friend, I don't seem to offend you, and the strongest of them is just the Dongxu period. It seems that there is nothing to be proud of bullying them, right?"

Jiangling replied in a deep voice.

"I didn't attack them for no reason." The woman looked at Jiangling coldly. "We didn't seem to have seen each other before, let alone hatred."

Jiangling's words were calm, but his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Is that so? You have such a bad memory. You don't remember Yayoi Piaohong and Xiaoba who were killed by you just now?"

Xiao Ba?

When Jiang Ling heard this title, he was stunned for a moment before he realized that the other party was talking about Yakio Orochi.

"Are you from Yingzhou?" Jiang Ling's eyelids beat slightly.

With a "slam" sound, the woman brought a group of people to surrounded Jiangling.
Chapter completed!