At this moment, a young man in white was sitting in meditation on the back hall of the Martial God Temple and above the Yuanchi Lake.

The young man had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his appearance was extremely handsome. On the Yuanchi, his vitality was like fog and slowly overflowed.

The young man was in the fog, like a banished immortal.

"The realm of the Son of God is getting deeper and deeper, and I can't even sense his existence with my divine thoughts."

Next to Yuanchi, two servants communicated with divine thoughts and communicated with each other.

"The Son of God has been in seclusion for several years. This time he comes out of seclusion, he will definitely win the first place in Qingzhou. What kind of demons and heaven are just stepping stones!"

"What I mean is that the Son of God is the best in the world, and he will be invincible to suppress a group of geniuses!"

One hour later.

The boy in white slowly opened his eyes.

The moment it opened, everything around seemed to be imprisoned.

However, the Yuanchi pool under my feet began to boil violently, countless bubbles rolled, and a large amount of Yuanqi evaporated.

"What's going on? Why can't the body move?"

The two servants were shocked.

But at this moment, the boy in white opened his mouth slightly and sucked it violently, and countless vitality suddenly surged and gathered into his mouth.

In just a blink of an eye, the pool water has bottomed out.

"Dragon absorbs water!"

The two servants looked at each other, shocked, and they were now able to control their bodies.

The boy in white slowly stood up, lightly under his feet, and his body as light as a feather, landing beside the pond.

A golden rune could be faintly seen on his eyebrows, like a heavenly eye, emitting a faint sacred aura.

"Congratulations to the Son of God for his great achievements!"

The two servants hurriedly said, with a look of fanatic expression on their faces.

The person in front of him was the son of the God of the Martial God Temple in Qingzhou General Hall. He named himself Wu Yi, meaning the best martial arts, which shows how proud he is in his heart!

"Son of God, someone outside asks for a visit!"

A servant came in to inform.

"Who?"

Wu Yi asked lightly.

"It is the Son of God in a small country's branch temple, and he also holds the token of the third elders."

"Oh? Then let him in."

Wu nodded.

The Third Elder is his person. Since he is holding the token of the Third Elder, he is his own person.

I think it should be an excellent person recommended by the temple below.

Soon, a young man with bright eyes walked in.

It was Wu Sheng.

"Greetings to the Son of God!"

Wu Sheng knelt directly on one knee to show respect.

Although they are both Son of God, he is just a small Son of God in the Martial Temple of the Tianfeng Empire.

Not comparable to Wu Yi.

"Get up."

Wu Yi said lightly, and he glanced at Wu Sheng with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Your soul is not weak, is it born?"

"Yes, the divine light flashed when the young man was born, so the soul was born to be better than ordinary people."

Wu Sheng replied.

“Not bad.”

Wu nodded, "Look at your introverted eyes, you should still practice the pupil technique."

"Return to the Son of God, I have practiced the Xiaowu Eye Technique before."

“No wonder.”

"Then you stay here and be my war servant. You can use this "Dawu Eye Technique" to practice it."

Wu Yi threw out a jade slip.

The one inside is "The Great Wu Eye Technique".

"Thank you, Son of God, no, thank you for your reward!"

Wu Sheng was very happy.

Although he is a servant, he is Wu Yi's servant at least.

As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on the owner. With such an identity, wouldn’t it be better than his son of the small-district temple or his outer disciple of Guiyi Sword Sect?

"Listen to my father, it's true. As long as you follow the Son of God, your future achievements will be limitless."

Wu Sheng's eyes showed unprecedented confidence.

Before he came, he heard about it.

This son of god is unparalleled innateness. When he was born, the rays of light filled the sky, which was even more terrifying than his movements.

He is only seventeen years old and is already a martial spirit. This time he wants to break into the martial arts stele, win the current number one in Qingzhou and crush all the geniuses!

"Compared with the master, Guiyi Jian Sect is nothing. Then Yan Wushuang, Zhan Wuque, is not worthy of carrying shoes to the Son of God!"

Wu Sheng snorted coldly, as if he had seen his future and was full of brightness.

The Son of God came out of seclusion and met the palace master, leaving a message to let the three of them leave on their own.

"This is Brother Sheng."

"Looking for a long time!"

The two servants greeted with smiles.

Everyone is a son of god, so we must naturally have a good relationship.

After a brief conversation, Wu Sheng was surprised to find that one of the people actually came from hundreds of countries around the border.

To be precise, it is the Great Qin Empire Martial God Temple of the hundreds of border countries, named Wu Hao.

The other person has been following the Son of God for the longest time, for more than ten years.

"I really didn't expect that you and I are still fellow villagers," Wu Hao sighed.

When he learned that Wu Sheng was a disciple of Guiyi Jian Sect, he was even more envious.

"I remember that in the past, in order to have an ordinary disciple quota at Guiyi Pavilion, the geniuses in the border countries were defeated. Brother Sheng actually crossed Guiyi Pavilion and was taken to the Sword Sect to take over the disciple."

Wu Hao's words made Wu Sheng feel fluttered.

Naturally, he would not say the reason. The reason why he entered the mountain gate was because of the secret order issued by Guiyi Jianshe Sect to recall all disciples above the King of Wu. Wu Hao thought that Wu Sheng was too outstanding and was admitted to Guiyi Jianshe Sect for extraordinary purposes.

"Since you and I are so destined to be together, I'll go have a few drinks today."

Wu Hao laughed heartily.

The three of them walked together and walked outward.

When Wu Sheng passed by somewhere, he didn't check for a moment and was hit by a man who suddenly rushed out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The other party bowed repeatedly, his hair was a little scattered.

Wu Sheng looked up and saw a beautiful woman with a pot of dirty things in her arms.

But his face was very pale and looked weak, but this also seemed quite pitiful.

"So it's you, Shangguan Wan'er, I think you can dig your eyes, but you dare to hit my Wu Hao's brother!"

Wu Hao cursed and pushed Shangguan Wan'er to the ground, as if he was confused and wanted to rush up and continue to attack.

"stop!"

Wu Sheng stopped him.

"Forget it." Wu Hao shook his head.

"Hmph, you're lucky, get out!"

Wu Hao scolded.
To be continued...