My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

Seeing his panicked expression, Wu Tu couldn't help but sigh.

"As an old man, I can do all the calculations in the world, and my hands and eyes can reach the sky."

"You can't hide this little trick from me."

Wang Xiaoke's face was full of surprise, and his thoughts were a little confused.

The old man in front of me was too enthusiastic, and it was obvious that he came with a purpose.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his heart beat like a drum.

"Then tell me," Wang Xiaoke pouted, pretending to be calm.

"Why do you have to ask me to be your apprentice?"

Wu Tu raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a burning gaze.

"I have never had an apprentice in thousands of years."

"Seeing that the incense is almost extinguished, I finally found you."

He grinned from the corner of his mouth to his ears, and his smile was brighter than a chrysanthemum.

He broke through the Condensation Realm at the age of six, his blood is still stained with the aura of dragons and phoenixes, and his talent is close to that of a demon.

There are even many things that even he can't see through.

If you miss this kind of treasure, you won't have it anymore.

That's why Wu Tu didn't hesitate to lower his body and accept his disciples with a low eyebrow.

In the past, there were many people who wanted to be his disciples, but he looked down upon them.

"Thousands of years?" Wang Xiaoke took a deep breath and rubbed his palms thoughtfully.

The golden elixir realm only has a lifespan of five hundred years.

Could it be that... this old man is a Yuanying realm monk?

Wang Xiaoke thought as he ate the chicken legs until only the bones were left, "Grandpa Turtle is so powerful, why don't you go to the border to quell the chaos?"

"You're not bragging, are you?"

Wu Tu blew his beard and glared angrily, and slapped him on the head.

"You brat, are you polite?"

Wang Xiaoke covered his head in pain and muttered dissatisfied.

"After living for so long, aren't you just an old bastard?"

Wu Tu twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to teach him a lesson, but he was afraid that such a good young talent would get away with him.

"Tch~ In the future, your realm will get higher and higher, and you will turn into a little bastard."

"No, no, no... the bastard can't live without you!"

This sentence is indeed true. Entering the Condensing Yuan Realm has a lifespan of three hundred years.

Besides, he still has a lot of room for improvement, and he doesn't know to what extent he can reach it.

Wu Tu handed him a pair of chopsticks, and an old man and a young man sat on the tablecloth, eating and chatting.

"Monks can't cause too many killings, otherwise they will be punished by God."

Wu Tu picked up a piece of Coke chicken wing and stuffed it into his bowl with a smile.

"I've seen it, veteran. It will be very difficult for you to overcome the tribulation this time."

"Because the will of heaven believes that you have destroyed the balance, and the disaster will be stronger."

Wang Xiaoke's face was full of surprise, but he ate not at all slow, "But the ones I beat are all bad guys. Isn't this to eliminate harm for the people?"

Wu Tu sneered, opened the wine gourd, and took a swig of strong liquor.

"They have families and difficult reasons. They are not heinous bad people. They are just in different positions."

"Killing mortals at will, the accumulation of these evil obstacles will have a great impact..."

Since entering the foundation building realm, Wang Xiaoke has stabbed hundreds of thousands of enemy soldiers to death with golden crows...

The book of life and death of the King of Hell has been punctured.

Even he could not estimate the power of the disaster caused by the massacre of hundreds of thousands of people.

"No wonder I feel that this thunderstorm is very fierce. It turns out to be like this."

Wang Xiaoke rolled his eyes and spit out the bones in his mouth, "I still have a few questions."

"Just ask, can you leave some of the chicken wings for me?"

Wu Tu picked up the last piece of chicken wing with quick eyes and hands, and glanced at him resentfully.

Wang Xiaoke frowned and chirped, "There are so many warriors, why are there so few monks?"

After that, he also talked about what happened to Xianyun Mountain and the dragon formation that took away his body.

Wu Tu let out a light 'tsk' and looked at the boy curiously, "I've heard of that boy Xianyun. He seems to have died together with a big demon."

"As for the Dragon Formation you mentioned, it's just a crooked evil spirit. He's very tough, so he probably isn't dead yet."

Wu Tu raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth, a trace of reminiscence appeared in his eyes.

"Nowadays, the spiritual energy is so thin that it has almost cut off the path of monks, and many inheritances have become lonely..."

"Cultivation of martial arts is a shortcut, and you will soon have good combat power."

"But after all, you can't transcend mortals."

Wang Xiaoke's eyes were shining, he didn't expect this old man to know so many things.

The reason why he cultivates so fast is largely related to the light group in his Dantian.

Looking at it this way, the other monks are really pitiful...

"By the way, what is a superpower?" Wang Xiaoke scratched his head and asked curiously.

"They are neither monks nor warriors?"

Wu Tu hung the wine gourd on his waist and sneered.

"What kind of bullshit superpowers are they? They are just wild beasts who have absorbed a trace of broken laws."

"This kind of person can mobilize part of the laws of heaven and earth, and it will be difficult to go further in the future."

The more Wang Xiaoke listened, the more confused he became, with big question marks hidden in his big eyes.

Wu Tu saw his confusion, cleared his throat and said, "You will understand these things later."

"I suggest you read more of "One Thought*Eternal", "Mortal Cultivation*Biography", "Demon Dragon*Emperor", "Fight to Break the Sky"..."

"What a long experience, the pattern is full, and the imagination is enlarged."

Wang Xiaoke tilted his head and secretly kept his words in mind.

He had never heard of these things, and he might gain a lot by learning about them.

Wu Tu's deep eyes suddenly flashed with light, he stood up and said to him.

"Hurry up and overcome the tribulation, I will protect you as a master."

"You are the first to be treated like this in hundreds of years."

Wang Xiaoke stood up from the tablecloth, his face full of suspicion.

If he was attacked by the old turtle at a critical moment, he would be in danger.

But he can beat himself now, so there shouldn't be any need to beat him, right?

Wang Xiaoke shook his head at him and smiled sweetly, "Grandpa Wugui, I never said I would be your apprentice."

"Without merit and reward, I cannot accept your favor."

He still understands that eating people is soft-spoken.

Wu Tu lowered his eyebrows, still with a warm smile on his face.

"It's okay. You can make your decision slowly. I'll help you for free this time."

Wang Xiaoke broke into a cold sweat, always feeling that his smile was cheap.

"Uh... let's wait until next time... when I see my master."

Wu Tu chuckled and put the tablecloth into his clothes.

"I'll set up a formation for you to avoid some lightning damage."

Wang Xiaoke pouted and ran to the open space to sit cross-legged and adjust his breathing.

Wu Tu smiled softly, and countless golden runes hung in the air on his sleeves.

Each rune shone brightly, floating and spinning around the boy.

Wang Xiaoke observed the formation inscription in surprise.

This old man’s formation cultivation is even stronger than that of Long Zhenzi!

"Thunder Tribulation cannot move the formation, get up!"

Wu Tu muttered words, countless inscriptions were arranged and combined, and one thought formed an array!

The entire mountaintop trembled slightly, and an illusory formation emerged from the ground, covering Wang Xiaoke.

Looking from top to bottom, it looks like a semicircle...

"What a strange name," Wang Xiaoke scratched his head in confusion.

Reminiscent of the name 'Thunder Tribulation Can't Move'.

I don’t know what level of formation it is...

Next, Wu Tu took out a lot of armor and magic weapons, and stuffed them all into Wang Xiaoke's hands.

There was nothing he could do, he was really afraid that his little apprentice would be struck to death by lightning before he could even get in.

"This is the third-grade Heavenly Thunder Pill, which can improve your lightning resistance in a short period of time."

"Wear this Fujiko armor as well. It has a physical insulation effect."

"This Ice Lotus Essence is also a good thing, eat it quickly."

"There are also healing elixirs. When you get hit, show off as hard as you can!"

When everything was ready, Wu Tu made an OK gesture to him.

"Come on, good disciple, don't get hacked to death!"

Wang Xiaoke, wearing green rattan armor, turned to look at Wu Tu who was shouting cheers a hundred meters away.

He took a deep breath and his expression became extremely serious.

In his body, a small gray formation enveloped the entire dantian, blocking the aura of cultivation.

"No need to hide it, break it for me!"

With his cry of milk, the formation shattered.

In an instant, Wang Xiaoke seemed to be locked by the power of heaven and earth.

A feeling of being spied on came over him, making the hair on his body stand on end.

This strong sense of crisis is the first time since the battle of Yamata no Orochi!

Wu Tu put his hands behind his back, raised his eyes and stared at the sky.

"This is the first time I've seen an old Taoist in the Condensing Yuan realm to overcome the thunder tribulation."

"According to common sense, only the golden elixir can cause thunder disaster."

"His talent is incredible and he should have three waves of thunder."

Rolling clouds gathered from all directions, completely covering the pale sun.

The originally sunny weather was gone, and the dark clouds in the sky were like black ink dripping in clear water, quickly covering the surrounding area.

There was a strong wind on the whole mountain, and the lush branches and leaves were fluttering in the wind.

Wu Tu stood under the tree, his Taoist robes making a cooing sound in the strong wind.

I saw a gap in the dark thundercloud strangely opening.

Like the eye of a tornado...

"No, this is not an ordinary thunder disaster."

"Is this a heavenly punishment disaster!?"