Liang Yihui followed the saint's carriage and saw that the dean was sitting motionless, without any aura of a strong man. On the contrary, Liang Yihui could feel the strong aura of the three people standing around him.
Liang Yihui buried her head very low. After a while, the dean opened his eyes and said, "Why is your family in a small village?"
"I don't know either, I grew up in that village!"
"Oh? That's it! Your name is Liang Yihui, right?"
"Yes, sir, Dean." Liang Yihui replied politely.
"I think you have good potential and you would like to be my close disciple. Are you willing?" the dean said directly.
"Ah?" Some of the instructors standing around made a sound. This dean has never accepted a disciple. Any disciple in Holy Festival Academy is more talented than this person.
The tall, fat man on the side was about to speak, but the dean turned around and said, "He hasn't spoken yet, what do you want to say?" He was so calm that no one in the car dared to speak.
"I do!"
"Okay! You are the disciple of my Saint of Power, Ouyang Jing, and I will give you the name Tianhua!"
"Tianhua, follow your master's orders!"
People around him cast envious and doubtful glances at Liang Yihui.
In just a few minutes, the carriage had covered thousands of miles, but the saint of strength seemed to feel that it was still a little slow, with a slight impatient look on his face.
"Tianhua, come here! Hold me!" The saint of strength shouted.
Tianhua walked over and hugged Master's chest, feeling a warm current coming over him.
Ouyang Jing looked at Liang Yihui who was hugging her tightly and said directly: "Hold tight!".
Ouyang Jing and Liang Yihui disappeared in just one breath. The saint could tear apart space and teleport, and the people in the car were envious.
"Where is this?" Liang Yihui said, looking at the dense mountain forest, thinking that this couldn't be Holy Festival College!
"That's right! This is not Holy Festival Academy!"
"Huh? Master can hear what I'm thinking," Liang Yihui said doubtfully.
"This is one of the abilities of a saint. No one under a saint in the world can escape the surveillance of a saint. Have you ever heard a saying that all saints are ants?"
"I heard this, my father told me!" Liang Yihui replied with a smile.
"Hahaha! Your father is really knowledgeable, he knows all this!"
After laughing for a while, Ouyang Jing said directly and seriously: "Do you know why I brought you here?"
"My apprentice is stupid, I hope my master can give me some advice." Liang Yihui said.
Ouyang Jing said in a serious tone: "I am the Saint of Strength. Naturally, the inheritance of our lineage is either passed down orally or from master to disciple!"
"Did you see the stone tablet somewhere?"
All I saw was a moss-covered stone tablet with no end in sight, and two blood stains could clearly be seen on it! Liang Yihui nodded.
"This stone was left by my master, and it is also the recognition that I was able to become his disciple. Go up and cut a gap in your palm to bleed, and print it on the stone. It recognizes you, you are my saint of power, Ouyang Jing. Only a true disciple can cultivate the ability of the power line!"
I saw Liang Yihui slowly stepping forward. In Liang Yihui's eyes, the endless stones seemed to be exuding white energy without any restraint. Liang Yihui stood there and felt it for a while, then shouted: "Master, why is there white gas coming out around the stone tablet?"
Ouyang Jing below couldn't help but be surprised. Back then, he only felt Qi, but Liang Yihui could actually see Qi.
After standing for a full five minutes, Ouyang Jing did not disturb Liang Yihui. Liang Yihui suddenly opened his eyes, and his hand was directly sucked up by the stone monument. The wind rippled around him, and blood flowed from Liang Yihui's hand into the stone. But the strange thing was that Liang Yihui's blood was Golden.
Ouyang Jing was shocked when he saw this scene. Even if he was a saint, his blood was only bright red. He couldn't help but think that it was definitely not the problem of the stone tablet. Could it be that Liang Yihui was born with golden blood? Ouyang Jing thought to himself.
Ouyang Jing didn't have much time to think about it. The stone tablet directly emitted a dazzling golden light. Although Ouyang Jing was a saint, he was blinded by the golden light.
By the time Ouyang Jing opened his eyes, he didn't know how much time had passed. This golden light could actually make the saint forget time. You must know that the saint was already a person who could use the power of heaven and earth and the laws of heaven and earth. Looking at Liang Yihui who fell under the stone monument, Ouyang Jing hurriedly stepped forward and checked. Fortunately, Liang Yihui was still alive. Ouyang Jing looked at Liang Yihui's neck and saw that there were marks on it that should belong to the lineage of force. .
Ouyang Jing looked at his neck and found that the mark that had been with him for half his life had disappeared.
"Finally found it! Someone who can inherit the line of power deserves me to go there in person." Ouyang Jing thought to himself, while looking at Liang Yihui softly lying on his lap.
