Chapter 830 Sky Monument Stone Milk

Turning his head and looking at Yang Kun hanging on his arm, Yang Xuanwu suddenly had black lines on his head. He thought he was an upright and serious senior, but he didn't expect that he had such an outlandish side.

After shaking Yang Kun for a while, but unable to shake him off, Yang Xuanwu simply let him go, then turned to look at the monument keeper and asked: "May I ask, senior, what is it about inheriting the destiny of martial arts?"

Taking over the important task of martial arts inheritance, Yang Xuanwu can understand that it is nothing more than ensuring that the martial arts inheritance is orderly and carried forward.

He didn't understand a bit about inheriting the martial arts destiny of Qiongqi Realm.

How can one person bear the fate of a world of martial arts?

If you think about the weight of such luck, you will know that it is not something that a single martial artist can carry.

The monument keeper remained expressionless and said indifferently: "When you become the direct descendant of the Martial Ancestor, you will naturally understand that a registered disciple is not qualified to inherit the martial arts destiny of the Qiongqi Realm.

Besides, you only get one chance, and once you fail, you can’t do it again! "

After saying this, the monument keeper looked at Yang Xuanwu and asked again, "Have you taken over the identity of Wu Zu's named disciple?"

Yang Xuanwu raised his head, a fiery look flashed in his eyes, "I'll take it!"

Not to mention anything else, there is no doubt about the value of the Sky Stele Stone Milk. Yang Xuanwu is not a lone traveler. He has a huge family behind him. If such a treasure is obtained, it will definitely make the Yang family develop much faster and give birth to more powerful people. Come.

"Okay, come with me!" The monument keeper turned around and walked towards the sky monument, followed closely by Yang Xuanwu.

Waves of ripples appeared, and the two of them disappeared into the sky monument one after the other.

Boom!

"Ouch!"

With a scream, Yang Kun was thrown away and hit the ground hard. The power of the sky monument made his blood boil.

"Why don't you let me in? I'm that kid's eldest brother, let me in!" Yang Kun yelled, but didn't get any response, so he had to sit on the ground angrily, waiting for Yang Xuanwu to come out.

"Ten drops of Heavenly Stele Stone Milk, I will exchange two drops with this kid later." Yang Kun licked his lips and muttered.

Even when faced with such a valuable treasure, he never felt greedy at all, he just wanted to exchange it for other treasures.

It has to be said that this kind of pure character played a vital role in Yang Kun's success today.

Regardless of whether it is martial arts, immortality, or magic, the further you practice, the more illusory things like your mind, will, and understanding will become more important.

It’s not that you have to be a good person to get far, but you have to be confident in your beliefs without hesitation.

To put it simply, good people will do it to the end, and bad people will do it to the end. Only by having their own persistence and obsession can they go far.

Rainbow lights of various colors flashed in front of him, as dazzling as the aurora, and beautiful. These scenes lasted for a while, then disappeared like a dreamy bubble, replaced by a rich aura that rushed towards his face.

Looking at the vast lake in front of him, a look of shock flashed in Yang Xuanwu's eyes.

It's all spiritual liquid, and every drop is equivalent to a low-grade spiritual stone. How many drops of spiritual liquid are there in the lake in front of you? I'm afraid it has to be counted in the hundreds of millions.

Not only that, the further you go down, the higher the concentration of the spiritual fluid in the lake, and the more pure the spiritual energy contained in it becomes. At the bottom of the lake, milky white swimming fish are swimming happily. At a glance, there are at least fifty or sixty of them. .

"Those swimming fish are the stone milk of the Sky Monument. Each drop is equivalent to part of the sixth-order spiritual vein essence. You can collect ten drops." The monument keeper said.

Yang Xuanwu's eyes were fiery, he stretched out his right hand, fished it out gently, and caught ten fish in his palm, turning them into ten drops of stone milk.

The fragrant fragrance hit his nostrils, and just after taking a breath, the immortal power in Yang Xuanwu's body began to stir, like a gourmet encountering a rare and rare delicacy, and he couldn't wait to devour and refine it.

"Senior, can I practice here?" Yang Xuanwu asked tentatively.

"Okay!" the monument keeper replied without hesitation.

"Then can I bring people in?" Yang Xuanwu continued to test. He wanted to see how valuable his Martial Ancestor's registered disciple was.

The monument keeper glanced at him and said, "No!"

After that, he added, "Personal disciples can do it!"

Yang Xuanwu's mouth twitched. It seemed that for the monument keepers, the status of being a named disciple of the Martial Ancestor should not be rare. The treatment of a direct disciple was almost the same as that of a direct disciple.

"Okay, take the Heavenly Stele Stone Milk and leave. When you become Martial Ancestor's direct disciple, the Heavenly Stele will be yours to use as you wish.

Including us seven monument keepers, we will also completely obey your orders! "

After saying this, he waved his sleeves and Yang Xuanwu disappeared.

In the vast sky monument space, once again, only the monument keeper in gray robes was left. He stood by the lake as always, with a stiff expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Huh? Coming out so soon?"

Feeling the familiar aura, Yang Kun was startled. He thought Yang Xuanwu would stay in the Heavenly Monument for a long time, but he didn't expect that he would be sent out so quickly.

"Senior!" Yang Xuanwu nodded slightly and said hello.

"Call me brother! Senior or something, it's too strange!" Yang Kun pretended to be unhappy, then rubbed his big hands and asked expectantly, "Have you got the stone milk from the sky, so can you sell some to me?"

Yang Xuanwu thought for a while, then took out a porcelain bottle from the storage ring and handed it to Yang Kun, "This is a drop of stone milk from heaven. I give it to senior. I should express my gratitude to senior for helping me!"

In addition, the reason why Yang Xuanwu sent the Heavenly Monument and Stone Milk was because this strong man had a pure heart and was a lone ranger who was worth making friends with. It was impossible to pull him into the Yang family's chariot.

"What a shame!" Yang Kun said, but his hands were not slow at all, and he quickly put away the porcelain bottle.

Sensing the pure spiritual energy contained in the stone milk of the heavenly monument, a heartfelt smile couldn't help but appear on the rough cheeks.

"Boy, you're so cool. I'm determined to be this brother!" Yang Kun patted his chest with a bold look on his face.

Yang Xuanwu didn't say anything, he just sat down cross-legged and meditated with his eyes closed.

"Boy, are you planning to practice under the Sky Monument? That's a good idea. Now that the interface war has broken out, it won't be long before those despicable guys will be recruited to join the war. We just need to take the opportunity to leave!" Yang Kun said to himself He muttered to himself, and it was obvious that he was a strong man with the potential to talk a lot.

Yang Xuanwu said nothing, of course he was not waiting for those people to leave.

Unlike Yang Kun, Yang Xuanwu is not a lone ranger, and the Yang family will not be afraid of a few Yang Shen monks.