God-level Selection System

Chapter 92 Inheritance

"Grandpa, is there any way to heal your injury?"

"Hey."

Wuyazi smiled helplessly when he heard the words, shook his head and said: "It's a fluke that my old bone survived a catastrophe. Now I can barely lean on this suspension beam, otherwise I can't even stand up, let alone see you... "

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuyan remembered what Ye Chen had said before that Wuyazi was pushed down the cliff by his apprentice Ding Chunqiu, her face was full of sadness.

Tears also fell like a pearl with a broken thread.

"Well, it's all old things..."

Looking at Wang Yuyan for a few times, Wu Yazi murmured: "Yuyan, seeing you...I think of Qingluo when he was young, but it’s a pity that I, a father, didn’t make it to the point. Responsibility, hey..."

Wu Yazi's gaze fell into remembrance again.

On the side, Su Xinghe couldn't help it. He walked to Wu Yazi and whispered a few words, then glanced at Ye Chen.

"Young man, did you crack the Zhenlong chess game?"

"Yes."

"At your age, it is rare to be able to understand the truth of death and resurrection, whether or not you understand it yourself..."

Looking at Ye Chen for a while, Wu Yazi shook his head, and said with some regret on his face: "Originally, I planned to dissipate your internal power and pass on the martial arts of you and my Xiaoyao school, but found that your internal power seems to be absent. Under my Xiaoyao faction, it seems that he is also a man of great fortune...Wait, young man, what is your name, why do you have the breath of "Dragon Fist of the Emperor" in your body?"

But seeing Wu Yazi's face suddenly changed, it seemed that something incredible had been discovered.

"Under Zhao Chen, my father is today's son Zhao Ji."

"really!"

Hearing Ye Chen’s answer, Wu Yazi seemed to have expected it, nodded and said: "Back then, Zhao Kuangyin used the emperor’s dragon fist to fight from the south to the north and defeated countless powerful enemies. Even his master was also sadly defeated by him. With the help of the hand, I didn’t expect that the old man could see with his own eyes, Zhao Kuangyin’s bloodline...Is it really God’s will?"

"Well, senior knows his family ancestor?"

"Just heard it slightly."

Wu Yazi shook his head, a little regretful: "The old man has only heard of Naizu's deeds from the mouth of his family teacher... Back then, Murong Longcheng, the ancestor of the Murong family, also raised troops together, but Zhao Kuangyin led 300,000 soldiers and horses. , He was so crushed that he could not become an army, and ended up drinking hatred..."

"Murong Dragon City..."

Ye Chen's eyes lit up when she heard this name.

Xiaoyaozi, Murong Longcheng, and Zhao Kuangyin are all figures from the same period.

Compared with the indifferent fame and fortune, only the Xiaoyao son who established the Xiaoyao school, a hermit sect, Zhao Kuangyin and Murong Longcheng actually participated in the struggle for hegemony.

But the result...

Obviously Murong Longcheng was defeated, and the Murong family was also badly injured. One of them was located in Gusu City and established Shenhezhuang, which over time became the Murong family on the rivers and lakes.

As for Zhao Kuangyin.

Although the battle for hegemony was successful, Ye Chen also suspected that the opponent, as a warrior, would have passed away before he was a hundred years old. I am afraid that there is something hidden...

The most likely explanation is that because Zhao Kuangyin participated in the struggle for hegemony, too many hidden dangers were left in his body.

And once these hidden dangers broke out, Zhao Kuangyin's death was also an early death.

"Since it is a descendant of Zhao Kuangyin, this Xiaoyao school inheritance is not suitable for you..."

His eyes stopped for a moment on Ye Chen, and Wu Yazi also showed regret.

You know, he has become half a waste now, it is almost impossible to find Ding Chunqiu revenge, and he must be careful that the other party finds his own trace.

As for Su Xinghe...

Although he was loyal, he wasted too much time in the aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and his personal qualifications were slightly worse than Ding Chunqiu.

Now it's hard to have a favorite goal, but the opponent is actually carrying "Dragon Fist of the Emperor"!

Even Wuyazi had to sigh for good luck.

"Senior, how do you think Yu Yan?"

"Ok?"

When Wuyazi secretly regretted his regret, Ye Chen's words made him turn his attention to Wang Yuyan again.

"Well... just the appearance of this level is considered to meet the requirements of my Xiaoyao faction, but I don't know other aspects?"

"Yu Yan has been familiar with a hundred schools of martial arts since she was a child, and she is also considered an extensive book."

With the requirements of the system, Ye Chen naturally spared no effort to flatter Wang Yuyan.

"Not bad!"

Wu Yazi nodded, as if made up his mind, and said: "Yu Yan, come closer, let me take a good look at Grandpa."

"Yes."

Wang Yuyan nodded and walked a few steps forward.

Then, seeing Wu Yazi beckoning suddenly, Wang Yuyan landed on the stone bed beside her.

"Sitting cross-legged, I will teach you a set of mindsets."

After that, Wu Yazi began to dictate the content of "Bei Ming Divine Art", and did not hide Ye Chen and Su Xinghe from the side.

This is what he did intentionally.

After all, Su Xinghe has been following Wuyazi for so many years, taking good care of him, and there is hard work without credit.

As for Ye Chen.

Although he has practiced "Emperor Dragon Fist", since he has cracked the game of Zhenlong, he is still half a destined person...

"Grandpa, you..."

More than half an hour later, Wang Yuyan also finished the "Beiming Divine Art", and then looked at Wuyazi, his energy and spirits disappeared, the whole body was full of chicken skin, and there were many old spots on his body. Old handsome guy, just like two people...

It turned out that in the process of Wang Yuyan's cultivation, Wu Yazi also passed all of her internal strength to her.

But Wuyazi was originally a seriously injured body, besides relying on Su Xinghe's care for so many years, the most important thing was the support of the huge internal force in his body.

Now without this internal force, it seems that the army has been defeated like a mountain, and injuries have broken out everywhere.

The whole person seems to be close to...

"Ahem, Yu Yan, now you have inherited all of my "Northern Ming Divine Art" internal strength, as long as you adapt for a while, you can master this power, it is Ding Chunqiu that rebel, I am afraid it is not your opponent ..."

Looking at Wang Yuyan, who seemed to be panicked, Wu Yazi was a little relieved, and smiled lightly: "I originally planned to let you go to my master sister Wu Xingyun and let her teach you martial arts of the Xiaoyao School. Somewhat inappropriate...This Qibao pull finger is a token of the head of the Xiaoyao Sect. From now on you will be the head of the Xiaoyao Sect..."

"Ahem, say sorry to your mother for me..."

After that, he swallowed completely.

"Grandpa!"

"Master..."

Seeing this scene, Su Xinghe also knelt down in front of Wu Yazi, tears running down.