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Although Song Yao did not regret it at all deep inside his heart for not being able to become a disciple of the Martial Uncle Yan at all, did he not feel any regret at all?

To say that there were no regrets was definitely deceiving himself. After all, no one would not wish for their master to be the strongest.

On the road of cultivation, a famous teacher sending out experts was not a lie. With Song Yao's talent, if he had become a disciple of the Martial Uncle Yan ten years ago, then his current Cultivation Level would definitely be even higher than it is now!

It was just that, the matters of the world all involved fate. Since there was no such thing as master and disciple between him and the Martial Uncle Yan, then Song Yao would definitely not force him, because Song Yao was also a very open-minded person.

And now, from Master's mouth, he found out that Martial Uncle Yan had not taken him in as a disciple back then because Martial Uncle Yan was waiting for that Mei Mountain's descendant.

This made Song Yao feel that the reason why Martial Uncle Yan did not accept him as a disciple back then was not because of his poor innate talent, but because Martial Uncle Yan was waiting for the descendant of Mei Mountain.

As the last disciple of the Mang Shan Sect, as well as the number one person among the young generation of the Mang Shan Sect, Song Yao was undoubtedly proud ? He did not dare say that in the entire world, there was no one his age that was stronger than him, but if he considered himself second in the entire Ying Chuan County, then absolutely no one would dare to claim to be first.

At the age of four, he had broken through marrow cleansing at the age of four, and reached the great circle of the Natal level at the age of five. At the age of five, he had already reached the level of essence conversion at the age of seven, spirit essence conversion at the age of ten, and even entered the level of object manipulation at the age of ten.

The speed at which Song Yao's cultivation realm increased was so fast that in the thousand years of the Mang Shan Sect's history, he was only left behind by one person, the Sword God Yun Xiaoxiao. In this generation of Mang Shan Sect disciples, Song Yao was the undisputed number one!

If one were to say who among the young generation of Mang Shan Sect, Song Yao felt that there was anyone who had the qualifications to be seen as his opponent, then it would only be Lu Shiyi!

Just that, although in terms of talent in the way of the sword, and Song Yao, the two might be around the same, the two were both prodigies among geniuses, but Lu Shiyi had always been extremely lazy and indifferent to the way of cultivation, so in these past few years, the difference in strength between the two of them had grown larger and larger!

This also caused Song Yao to no longer have an opponent for his peers when training in the sword!

So at this moment, when Song Yao heard from his master that the descendant of the Mei Mountain who was about to be accepted as a disciple by the Martial Uncle Yan had come to the Mang Shan Sect, Song Yao was curious about him but at the same time, he also felt an indescribable excitement and expectation ? If he wanted to defeat his opponent, he had to prove that he was stronger than his opponent. More importantly, this lonely life of not finding an opponent was finally going to end!

When Yuan Xingfeng, who was at the side, heard about the descendant of the Mei Mountain, his eyes flickered with excitement and fighting spirit. He could not help but smile slightly, and his eyes revealed a trace of praise!

Yuan Xingfeng knew, people who came out of the Mei Mountain's Glass Pearl Wonderland could not be underestimated, but he, Yuan Xingfeng's disciple, was also definitely not a mediocre person! With regards to the way of the sword, the way of the bone and the talent in cultivation, Song Yao was the one that Yuan Xingfeng had never seen before.

Therefore, even if that person was from the Mei Mountain, Yuan Xingfeng did not believe that his disciple, Song Yao, would be inferior to his opponent!

Just as Yuan Xingfeng was chatting with Song Yao, on the mountain path to the east of Ling Sword Pavilion, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar, together with a man and a woman, slowly walked towards Yuan Xingfeng and Song Yao.

The three of them walked to the front and back of Yuan Xingfeng, and the scholarly man bowed to Yuan Xingfeng and said: "Greetings Senior Brother Master. Senior Brother Master, why are you so anxious to meet me?

Yuan Xingfeng nodded at the Confucian Scholar, saying, "That's right, that descendant from the Mei Mountain has already been brought by Junior Brother Yan to the Nine Immortal Cave. They will probably come to the Linglong Sword Pavilion soon, let's welcome them here."

The scholarly man, Lu Yun, laughed and nodded, "Mn, this is how it should be, this is how it should be!"

"Senior Master Master, who should we welcome?" The young lady behind the Confucian Scholar Lu Yun asked with a puzzled look.

Lu Shiyi, who was standing on the other side of Lu Yun, came along with the girl. After hearing what the girl beside her said, he quickly opened his mouth: "Junior Sister Yang Rong, you can ask me about this! I know who we're going to meet ? "

"You know?" Yang Rong turned her head to look at Lu Shiyi, her face filled with disbelief.

"En!" Lu Shiyi said in a somewhat pleased tone, "Earlier, when I came up from the bottom of the mountain, I heard that a lady in red who claimed to be from Mei Mountain, by himself, defeated Chou Qiudao and the other two in Chou Jian Xi ? Furthermore, I even heard that even the Martial Uncle Yan wanted to take her as a disciple! "

Yang Rong curled her lips, and said haughtily: "What's so great about winning over Senior Brother Chou Hen Yin Qi and the others! Let's not talk about Senior Brother Song Yao and Senior Brother Lu, even I can do it ? "

"Anyway, I know, the one we are going to welcome is that Tu Lu from Mei Mountain, that's all." Lu Shiyi scratched his head, after that, he winked at Song Yao and whispered into Song Yao's ears: "Senior Brother Song, I heard that the lady in red named Tu Lu came towards you by name! It can't be that she is my senior sister who has been engaged to you since childhood, right? "

"Junior brother Lu, don't talk nonsense!" Song Yao was shocked, and anxiously shouted at Lu Shiyi. When he was speaking, he glanced at Junior Sister Yang Rong.

Lu Yun looked at the three most outstanding disciples of the current Mang Shan Sect, and laughed. "Eleven, Rong'er, stop making wild guesses. Your Senior Master and I are welcoming the young lady from Mei Mountain here because his sect has an extremely deep connection to our Mang Shan Sect. Furthermore, she has a keepsake of her senior. "

After Lu Yun finished speaking, Yuan Xingfeng extended his hand and lovingly caressed Yang Rong's head, and continued to speak: "Little girl Rong, previously, when you didn't painstakingly train yourself, your Cultivation Level was inferior to your two senior brothers Song Lu, so you attributed the responsibility to yourself as a woman. Now, a girl like you has come to our Mang Shan Sect, if you continue practicing and lose to her, you can't possibly find any excuses, right?"

Yang Rong's face reddened, and retorted at Yuan Xingfeng: "I won't lose to her! In our Mang Shan Sect, only Senior Brother Song, Lu Shiyi, is stronger than Rong'er, and that's all! Wait, Martial Uncle Yuan, what did you just say? Are you going to take her as your disciple? But that's not right, isn't Senior Brother Song Yao your last disciple? Mm, could it be master? Master, you want to take her as your disciple?! "