Abandoned son to become god

Shen Qi's pupils dilated.

The old ghost didn't bother to look at his stupidity, and continued: "The other two are the Murong clan who lives in the dust-free valley, and the Nanchen Wang clan who lives on the Nanchen Peak Terrace who guards the beasts. But there are two more The family should not be underestimated either. They are the Xuanyuan Wei clan who is difficult to cultivate but is the overlord of the world, the Lanling Chen clan who lives in the mirror of Kunlun, and the Wei Qingran who went up the mountain with you is the Xuanyuan Dynasty. The second prince, Chen Huan is the eldest son of the Lanling Chen family."

Shen Qi was completely dumb, he opened his mouth and said: "I thought Chen Huan was a fool, but I didn't expect that he was a direct descendant of the four major families? Shall I hug my thigh?"

The old ghost glared at him fiercely, raised Shen Ai's ears, and said angrily: "A rotten wood can't be carved! Did the old man say this to make you hug your thigh?!"

"Ouch!" Shen Qi covered his ears tremblingly, and said, "Then why are you talking about this?!"

The old ghost let go of his hand, and said sharply: "I ask you! There are so many cultivation techniques in the world, why are these two families without holy bloodlines the only ones at the top?"

While rubbing his hot ears, Shen Qi tentatively said: "Because of the exercises?"

"More than that." The old ghost nodded and said solemnly: "Just say that the Xuanyuanwei family, their highest Yuanmai, is just an earth-level Yuanmai, and it can only reach the Yuanchen period when it reaches the sky, and there will be no further progress in the future, but they Find another way, use money to buy pills and secret information, and search for god-level magic tools everywhere, and the sacrifices are self-evident, but they use the magic tools in their hands combined with the exercises passed down from generation to generation, and they have gone so far."

Shen Qi frowned and said, "You mean, I need to be tough on myself?"

"Tell you the truth." The old ghost said: "You can't practice because there is still a power hidden in your body. As long as you start to practice, it will cause that power to rebound. The bamboo essence's skills can only protect you. You calm the force, but it doesn't let you advance an inch.

Shen Qichang sighed: "I didn't expect you to lay the groundwork for so long, just to let me be tough on myself and find another way?"

"I don't have any." The old ghost looked serious, raised his fingers, and said word by word: "Just to remind you, now you have two choices, first, silently practice these exercises step by step, and the old man will teach you, and finally To practice geometry, it all depends on the skills. Second, the old man will completely break up your skills and integrate them into your sea of ​​consciousness, and you will create your own skills. At the same time, the old man will give you a magic weapon bag for you to choose The magic weapon reorganizes your skills, and the level of cultivation depends on chance, which one do you choose?"

Shen Qi didn't want to choose any of them, but the old ghost had already come out with the magic weapon bag, and was staring at him with piercing eyes. He couldn't help being horrified, he rubbed his arms vigorously, and said hesitantly, "What do you want? Break up the exercises?"

"Easy." The old ghost said with a smile on his face, "Just tap your head lightly."

Shen Qi glanced at the old ghost half-believingly, the old ghost still had the same swearing appearance.

After a long time, Shen Qi hesitated and said: "Okay."

He covered his eyes, quickly reached into the magic weapon bag, swayed it around casually, and quickly pulled it out again. In his palm, there was a red dice with golden patterns written on it.

Shen Qi said as if struck by thunder: "This, this, isn't this the dice used in gambling houses?!"