Global high martial arts: I can copy talent

"Boy, are you interested in considering accepting my inheritance?"

The white-haired old man suddenly spoke.

"Why are you robbing me of your apprentice?"

The Necromancer raised his eyebrows and said.

"It's been a long time since I saw such a special cultivator. I observed that he was a good seedling, and he reached the realm of a master at the age of 20. This was considered a genius in our era. And if I read correctly, your physical body The strength has reached the seventh level, and even the soul fire has the breath of the eighth level, tsk tsk tsk, what a good seed."

The more the white-haired old man talked, the brighter his eyes became.

The eyes of the other old people also lit up when they heard this. They were able to cultivate their bodies to the seventh level and possess eighth-level souls at such an age. In their time, only some geniuses could barely do it.

"Boy, you can also consider testing us."

The other old men couldn't wait to speak.

"This is the apprentice I chose. If you want it, you can find it yourself."

The Necromancer said angrily.

"It's too wasteful for such a good seedling to take the path of the soul."

The blue-robed old man shook his head and sighed.

"Speak clearly, what is too wasteful, who doesn't know that my soul emperor has killed countless people and is invincible in the world. Other cultivators are scared to death just by hearing my name. How dare you say that you are wasting with me?!"

The Necromancer raised his voice and shouted.

"Your soul power is strong, but after you practice, you will become like you, who is neither human nor ghost. Look at how handsome this child is. If you ruin such a face, don't ask others Disagree."

The white-haired old man shook his head as if to sneer at the power of the soul.

"For the sake of strength, what about sacrificing appearance, don't you think so, Chen Yang?"

The Necromancer looked back at Chen Yang and said.

"The emperor is right..."

Chen Yang still had to rely on the other party's inheritance power to save his Princess Yao, so of course he could only agree with the other party's point of view at this time.

"Look, I'll just say he agrees."

The Necromancer seemed very happy to hear Chen Yang's answer.

"Son, let me advise you. You may not know that everyone here is not weaker than him. I still suggest that you accept my inheritance. After all, my power of space is also very powerful."

The white-haired old man said proudly.

"The power of space?"

Chen Yang was taken aback. He was very familiar with the power of space, and he even used it for walking. It was really good to say the least.

Seeing that Chen Yang was moved, the white-haired old man hurriedly continued to persuade him.

"Hey, Kong Ling, you are a bit too much!"

The commander's face darkened when he saw that the other party really wanted to compete with him for the inheritor. He had waited so long for someone to pass his test, and he was such a genius, he couldn't let anyone else pass it.

"Son, what talents do you have? Although I can't see through your talents, I can feel a familiar force in your body. Could it be that you still have fire elements in your body?"

A man in a red robe wondered.

"I also feel that there is a power in his body that I am familiar with. Does this kid have four talents?"

The blue-robed old man said in surprise.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Chen Yang nodded silently.

"No, I feel the same way."

"Me too!"

Several old men spoke at the same time, and when they heard each other say that they felt familiar power in Chen Yang's body, they looked at each other and stared at each other.

"Could it be that you are the legendary chosen one?!"

The white-haired old man couldn't help exclaiming when he heard that everyone felt this way.

"What is the chosen one?"

Chen Yang was puzzled.

"The Chosen One is a special physique with multiple talents. It is great to have one in each era. The guy who cursed us has the Chosen Physique. He has eighteen kinds of natural powers in his body. Even cultivators who are a little higher than him are no match for him."

The blue-robed old man couldn't help sighing when he thought of cursing their existence.

"You're not really the chosen one, are you?"

The Necromancer did not expect that Chen Yang possessed so much power in his body. He could only feel the three powers of death, necromancer and soul in Chen Yang's body.

As for the special talent displayed in the trial, he didn't see it, except that he had contact with the other party in the dream, and the other time was now.

"I don't know what the Chosen One you are talking about is, but I do have a variety of special talents."

Chen Yang nodded and admitted.

"How many kinds are there?"

The white-haired old man asked quickly.

"Uh, more than 20 kinds."

Chen Yang lied, if he told all the natural powers he copied, they might be frightened.

"Sigh~"

Everyone gasped, it is amazing that Heavenly Man has more than a dozen special talents, but Chen Yang has more than 20 kinds. Hearing this, they glanced at each other again, this is a treasure!

"Si Ling, according to the rules, we shouldn't snatch your inheritor, but you also know that this child is too special, I can't let it go this time!"

The white-haired old man immediately expressed his opinion.

"Yes, yes, I am also willing to accept him as a disciple!"

The old man in red robe followed suit.

Not only them, but others also expressed their views.

Hearing this, the Necromancer felt dizzy. He was both happy and sad.

He was delighted that the inheritor he had found was so great, but sad because he wanted to let the guys around him know how special Chen Yang was.

"He didn't pass your test, logically speaking, he is not qualified to accept your inheritance."

The Necromancer said suddenly.

"It doesn't matter, this child is a chosen one, what trials do he need to pass, I decided to make an exception and recognize him as an inheritor!"

The white-haired old man said impatiently.

"That can't be done, I think it's better to test it, so that we can know what kind of heart this child has."
The blue-robed old man said.

"We have so many people here, it would be a waste of time to test them one by one."

"Why don't we discuss a test together?"

The red-robed old man suggested.

"I reject!"

Seeing that several people wanted to compete for his successor, the Necromancer couldn't help standing up in front of Chen Yang.

"Necromancer, don't be stingy, do you still want to occupy the chosen one by yourself?"

The white-haired old man laughed.

"That's right, it's fine if it's someone else, I will never give up on this day's Chosen One."

The blue-robed old man also expressed his state of mind. Seeing other people doing the same, the Necromancer felt very uncomfortable.

Chen Yang originally belonged to his inheritor, but now he wants to share it with others. If he had known that Chen Yang was so good, he would have taken him away from the beginning.

"Son, are you willing to take part in our test?"

The old man in blue robe asked.

"This……"

Chen Yang was having a hard time making a decision. He looked at the Necromancer, not knowing how to speak.

If he agreed to these old people, what should he do if the Necromancer is unwilling to accept himself as an inheritor?
Chen Yang didn't know that he was thinking too much. It was an incomparable pride for them to be able to personally train a person chosen by heaven. How could the Necromancer give up on him?