"Brother Tuoba, what you said is wrong. This boy has not agreed to your request yet. His current identity is that he is a member of my daughter's team..."

"To take a step back, even if he does become your disciple, he will still be my daughter's subordinate."

The person who spoke was none other than Lu Liang.

Lu Liang was able to classify Wu Tao as his, and he naturally relied on his daughter Lu Yuehua.

As soon as Lu Liang opened his mouth, everyone else suddenly woke up. A peerless talent with no problems was right in front of them, and he didn't belong yet. How could he miss it?

"Brother Tuoba, your swordsmanship is nothing remarkable in the final analysis. Although he is called the Sword Immortal, he is still a monk at the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage. The one who is suitable to accept him as his disciple is obviously me."

…

"No, no, no, two brothers, I have seen this guy fight in a fight, he has a cold and tough character. It just so happens that our law enforcement department is short of people, so it would be most suitable for him to go to my law enforcement department."

…

"Brother Song is right. This son's character is indeed cold and tough, but the department that is most suitable for him is not the law enforcement department, but my combat readiness department."

"Hmph, this boy has an innate sword body. The most suitable department should be the killing department. Going to other places will only delay this boy's future achievements."

…

At this time, a middle-aged woman who had been silent until now spoke up: "You guys have been fighting for so long and still haven't come to an outcome, so why not let him make his own choice."

This middle-aged woman had a stern demeanor, wore a plain dress, and had a sharp gaze. Wu Tao only glanced at her and felt cold all over, making it difficult to look directly at her.

Everyone else was stunned.

"Haha, Miss Lian'er's suggestion is better!"

The city lord laughed loudly and then looked at the others, "What do you think?"

"It all depends on the city lord."

"It all depends on the city lord."

"It all depends on the city lord."

Tuoba Yang even laughed loudly, feeling that he had a chance to win.

At this moment, except for Hong Tongtian, everyone's eyes were focused on Wu Tao.

This was a huge pressure. In the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, the air was almost stagnant. Wu Tao suddenly felt like he was facing heaven and earth, and his mind was about to collapse.

Ye Lian's words immediately reminded everyone that they were fighting fiercely here, but they had not yet asked Wu Tao what the person involved meant.

In particular, Tuoba Yang, the swordsman in blue, reacted instantly, stopped arguing with everyone, and turned his kind face to face Wu Tao.

Faced with the competition from other monks of the same realm, he directly made his own conditions: "Boy, you will never lose out by being my disciple. In the future, if you inherit my mantle, you will not only be able to take charge of a movie, but also face...

There is no need to be afraid of these old men..."

"Even the City Lord... ahem... If the City Lord wants to touch you, he must discuss it with me in advance. Who else can give you all these benefits besides me?"

After Tuoba Chang finished speaking, the breath out of Wu Tao's mouth and nose became thicker and longer.

It can be said that these few words are enough to make anyone's heart flutter.

No one can resist the temptation of this. Because power and status, no matter what, are the basis of complete existence.

For male monks, apart from the most fundamental pursuit of immortality, power and status are the two most important things.

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But now, these words from Tuoba Yang's mouth are equivalent to a promise, as long as Wu Tao agrees to become his disciple.

In the future, after he passes away, Wu Tao will inherit all the power and status he left behind.

Even if it were someone other than Wu Tao, he would have agreed to such a temptation as soon as possible to avoid any changes.

Wu Tao lowered his head, the breath in his mouth and nose gradually became thicker, his face became red, and his eyes became as clear as a ball.

After a stick of incense, Wu Tao's breathing gradually calmed down.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Tao slowly said his answer word for word.

"Senior's love is deeply felt in my heart and I can't repay it in return, but I also have a master..."

"I made an oath when I became a master. I will always have only one master in this life. I must fulfill my oath no matter what..."

After Wu Tao made up his mind again, the words he spoke were simple, direct, and decisive, giving people the feeling of an established fact.

But when these words fell into the ears of everyone, their reactions were different.

Some Nascent Soul stage monks lamented that this sentence was not amazing and would not stop until death, while others felt the slightest bit of disappointment in their hearts.

…

As for Hong Tongtian, after hearing Wu Tao's words, he was stunned for a moment, then sneered in his heart and secretly scolded Wu Tao for his stupidity.

Such words clearly offended another enemy, and it was also a powerful enemy that could threaten his life.

Now he is clearly rejecting the olive branch offered by Tuoba Yang, but secretly, isn't he just trying to slap him in the face?

No matter what others thought, Tuoba Yang was completely stunned after hearing this.

His next reaction was not as direct and furious as others had imagined. After letting out a long sigh, he said, "It's not sweet to be so strong." Then he returned to his seat.

…

Tuoba Yang's failure to recruit a disciple did not stop the enthusiasm of other Nascent Soul monks, because except for some of these Nascent Soul monks, they wanted to accept him as a disciple.

The other part just wants to find a more reliable subordinate.

Of course, in the end Wu Tao stayed in Lu Yuehua's Class A Team 36.

Because Lu Liang took out a treasure and convinced everyone in the main hall.

"The blood of the king of the golden clan!"

When he took out this drop of blood, which was a thousand times more yellow than gold, several voices filled with surprise suddenly sounded.

Then there were hissing sounds from other people's mouths, gasping for air.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Lu Liang's hand.

In the palm of his hand, golden rays of light surrounded him. A drop of blood was golden in color and the size of a water drop. There were purple veins flowing inside, and the spiritual power it contained was extremely powerful, mysterious and unknowable.

As soon as this drop of golden blood appeared in Lu Liang's palm, he was immediately startled in the main hall, and several Nascent Soul Stage monks spoke out in unison.

While everyone was shocked, they finally understood why Lu Liang was so calm and so secure on the Diaoyutai.

This is a drop of blood, but it is not the blood of ordinary creatures, nor the blood of human monks, but the blood of the Golden Tribe, the blood of the King of the Golden Tribe.

The Golden Tribe is a powerful tribe no less powerful than the Human Tribe, and is one of the top ten powerful tribes in the underground world of immortality.

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In this underground world of immortality, from the beginning to the present, it has been recorded that there are more than a thousand races with names and surnames.

As for the races that don't even have names, they are as countless as the sands of the Ganges River, and there are as many powerful races among them as there are countless.

Many races not only survived in the underground world of immortality, but even unified the entire underground world of immortality in a short period of time.

And among these races, it is recognized that the most powerful race in the same realm is the Golden Race.

At this time, the blood in Lu Liang's palm was a drop of the blood of a powerful king of the Golden Tribe in the Zifu period.

Although it is just a drop of blood, it contains the power of law in the body of the powerful king of the Golden Tribe of the Purple Mansion Stage.

For monks, this drop of blood is more valuable than any elixir.

When the other Nascent Soul Stage monks saw this drop of blood from the King of the Purple Mansion Stage Golden Clan, they all looked at each other for a few times, then shook their heads, sighing in their hearts.

"Hehe, Brother Lu is really brave. He actually has the blood of a powerful king from the Golden Tribe of the Purple Mansion Period in his hand..."

"With such a fairy in hand, I have to be impatient. It turns out that I have a plan in mind. Even if there is no relationship like Yuehua Girl, this son will probably still be yours in the end."

Several Yuan Yingqi people who had some thoughts about Wu Tao said with emotion.

For any race, the Zifu period is a natural chasm. Those who break through this natural chasm and advance to the realm of mastering the power of laws can even be called true immortals.

After the Nascent Soul stage monks break through the natural barrier and advance to the Zifu stage, their bodies begin to partially transform into Taoism and possess a large amount of power of law.

The so-called Zifu period is just a general term for the realm. Because the races are different, the names are also different. Add in some alien life forms, and there are even more names.

But among any race, the strong men in the Zifu period are the kings and masters of one side, who control hundreds of millions of people, intimidate the world, and are invincible.

The Golden Clan is a royal race that has survived from the ancient times. Every member of the Golden Clan has strength that far exceeds that of other races!

Even in the ancient times, the Golden Tribe was a powerful race that was powerful in all directions. Now, it is even more of a hegemonic race.

They are extremely powerful. In this era, not only do they have powerful forces, but the ten kings and warriors of the Golden Tribe are all top warriors at the Zifu stage!

They are born with the ability to control the power of Jin Su, and the Thunder Ancestor is rumored to be able to withstand the attacks of magic weapons and magic weapons with their physical bodies without causing any harm.

They are the darlings of the Golden Road, walking between heaven and earth, and their fists can pierce through everything, and they are invincible when used against enemies.

It is extremely powerful, and its defense is even more powerful. Although its speed is a bit slow, its invincible defense and unparalleled attack power can almost cover up this small shortcoming!

The powerful king of the Golden Clan in the Zifu period, an invincible existence that dominates all directions!

On Wu Tao's side, as soon as this drop of golden blood entered his eyes, his mind was shaken. At this moment, he seemed to hear a roar that shook the sky and the earth, and the endless fighting power continuously impacted his mind.

"Is it the blood of the king of the golden clan in the Zifu period..."

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