Honghuang: I really don’t want to be the Emperor of Heaven

Donghua’s recruitment of disciples has ended.

Shao Siming stepped forward and said, "Congratulations to brother Taiwei for getting a good disciple."

Iron-eating beast Xiong Er also said: "Congratulations to the great master for getting a good disciple."

Donghua was also very happy. In terms of his apprentice's heeling talent, all the apprentices in Sanqing would not be able to match him in carrying shoes for him in the future.

But while talent in heeling is important, practicing willpower, character, etc. is also very important.

Don’t you see that the disciple of Taiqing in the later generations, the Great Master of Xuandu, has such a mind and will that is indeed rare, and he has also achieved quasi-sage cultivation.

Don't think that a quasi-sage can achieve success casually. A quasi-sage is a Hunyuan Golden Immortal, a person who can truly say that he has attained the Tao.

The disciples of all the great saints in later generations were in the right time, place, and people, but only a few became quasi-sages.

The recruitment of apprentices is over, and Donghua is about to leave.

The iron-eating beast Xiong Er hesitated and said: "Master Taiwei, I wonder if I can invite you to our tribe as a guest?"

Donghua thought for a moment and said, "Okay!"

During these years of traveling through the wilderness, I only visited some small tribes and tribes to prevent myself from getting involved in bigger disputes.

Today, you can go and have a look at the Iron-Eating Beast Tribe of the Demon God Clan.

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A few people climbed over mountains and ridges and arrived at the Iron-Eating Beast Tribe in an instant.

"Hello, young patriarch."

"Where is the young patriarch going to hunt?"

"Young Patriarch, the Patriarch has been looking for you but can't find you. Where have you been?"

Along the way were tribesmen greeting the iron-eating beast.

Donghua smiled and said, "I didn't expect you, Xiong Er, to be the young leader of the Iron-eating Beast clan."

Xiong Er said honestly: "Master, don't make fun of me. I just met a good father, but my strength is far different."

Donghua: "It doesn't matter if you are a little bit stronger now. You are still young. You will have more time to practice in the future. And if you can understand the law of power, your future achievements will be limitless."

Xiong Er touched his head embarrassedly. In fact, he didn't know how he understood the law of force. It was very mysterious anyway.

"Great God, my father is looking for me, why don't we go together? Maybe you and my father still know each other?"

Donghua thought for a moment and realized that he had actually met the leader of the Iron-eating Beast Clan and listened to the sermon at Zixiao Palace.

"Okay, then go meet your father. I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Several people walked forward and came straight to a palace.

"You brat, where have you gone? I wonder what time it is now?"

As soon as he entered the hall, a tall figure directly picked up Xiong Er and cursed him loudly.

Xiong Er struggled hard, but found that it was of no use. He begged and said: "Dad, there are outsiders here. Give me some face and let me down."

At this time, the figure threw Xiong Er aside and said: "You little brat who hasn't even grown any hair yet, what kind of face do you want? The fight is getting more and more fierce now. If you die again, what will I do to you?" , If you dare to run around again, I will break your legs."

Xiong Er was aggrieved and said nothing, but there was a sense of loneliness in his aggrieved eyes.

Seeing this scene, Shao Siming couldn't help laughing.

The figure looked over and looked at Shao Siming for a while, but didn't recognize who it was.

Looking at Donghua, he recognized him at just one glance. After all, they were all guests of Zixiao Palace.

Yuanxiong, the leader of the iron-eating beast clan, was shocked and said in confusion: "I don't know if Yuanxiong is far away to greet Duke Dong when he comes here."

"Dong Wanggong? Master, are you the Lord Dong Wangong of the Purple Mansion? Master, didn't you say you are Taiwei?"

"Master, are you the Prince of the East?"

Golden-winged Dapeng and Xiong Er were shocked when they heard Yuan Xiong's words.

Donghua smiled and said to Yuanxiong: "Fellow Taoist Yuanxiong, it's been a while since we saw you, but you are still the same as before."

After speaking, he said to Shao Siming on the side: "Taihua, this is Fellow Taoist Yuanxiong, the leader of the Iron-Eating Beast Clan, and he and I are both guests of Zixiao Palace."

"This is my young master of the Purple Mansion, Taihua."

Yuan Xiong said sternly: "I don't dare to take it. I don't dare to take it. Dong Wang is the head of the male immortals, and now he is a quasi-sage. I really don't dare to take this step."

Yuanxiong is the peak cultivation level of Daluo Jinxian.

Shao Siming bowed and said, "I have met the leader of the Yuanxiong clan."

Yuan Xiong: "I have met fellow Taoist Taihua. Just call me Taoist you and me."

After a few people chatted for a while, Yuanxiong also understood why Donghua came here, when he heard that Xiong Er almost died.

If he couldn't bear it anymore, he would get a beating whenever he mentioned Xiong Er.

"You bastard, how many times have I told you, practice well in the tribe, and if you insist on going out to cause trouble, I will beat you to death."

An iron fist landed directly on Xiong Er's butt. The blow made Xiong Er scream. He couldn't hold back the pain and used his magic power to resist.

"How dare you use magic to resist, you little bastard."

Yuan Xiong was even more annoyed now. A green bamboo board appeared in his hand and he whipped Xiong Er hard.

Xiong Er: "You damn old man, you're going to beat me to death."

Donghua saw that it was not good to block, and he couldn't stand it if he didn't block it, but he really couldn't stand it. If you want to fight, wouldn't it be better to fight secretly after you get down?

Donghua: "Fellow Taoist Yuanxiong, can you spare Xiong a second time for my sake today?"

Yuanxiong stopped.

"It makes King Dong laugh. This kid is not obedient at all."

Donghua: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's better for young people to have some energy. Moreover, Xiong Er is very talented and has understood the law of exertion. He has a bright future. Congratulations to fellow Taoist."

When Yuan Xiong heard this, he did not show any happy expression and sighed.

"I'm very happy that this brat can practice the law of power, but I hope he doesn't practice it."

Donghua was puzzled.

"Fellow Taoist, why is this?"

Yuan Xiong: "Hey, I originally had two sons. Xiong Er was the second son. His eldest brother died a few years ago in a battle with the demon clan."

"Before their mother died, she asked me to raise them into talents. Now that they only have one son left, I hope he can grow up in peace and continue to practice well."

After hearing this, Donghua remained silent, but he didn't know what to say. No matter what era, parents' love for their children is selfless.

After Xiong Er heard Yuan Xiong's words, he stood up from the ground and said angrily: "Dad, don't stop me. I just want to fight. I will practice well. Sooner or later, I will avenge my mother and elder brother."

After hearing this, Yuan Xiong was also very pleased and patted Xiong Er on the shoulder: "Be obedient, practice well, and don't run around. With your little cultivation, how can you take revenge? I am the one who takes the revenge of your mother and eldest brother. I’m not dead yet, so it’s not your turn yet.”

Xiong Er was indignant, but he also knew that his father was right, and his cultivation was indeed far behind.

Shao Siming asked in confusion: "I wonder who Yuan Xiong's enemy is?"

"It's Bati, one of the top ten demon gods of the demon clan."

When he said this, Yuanxiong's eyes were very calm, as if he was talking about a dead person.

After hearing this, Shao Si ordered Taihua to say nothing. This was the result of a fight between the two clans, and it was hard for her as an outsider to say anything.

If the murderer was someone else, she could still help Yi Er. After all, she liked Xiong Er very much.

Donghua saw that the atmosphere in the hall had become dull, so he said: "Fellow Taoist Yuanxiong, I am very optimistic about this kid Xiong Er. He has extraordinary talents and high fighting talent. He can also understand the law of force that can defeat ten thousand methods with one force." .”

"As the saying goes, a young man's ambition is like the rising sun and the blue clouds. Thirty years to the east of the river and thirty years to the west of the river. Don't bully young people into poverty."

After Donghua said this, Yuanxiong and Taihua's reaction was not very big. After all, they had experienced too much. Geniuses are good, but geniuses who have not grown up are nothing.

But when Golden-winged Dapeng Qingxuan and Xiong Er heard this, their faces turned red and they were very excited, as if they had been on steroids.

Xiong Er: "Master, do you really think so?"

Donghua patted Xiong Er on the shoulder and said, "Well, that's right, young man, I'm optimistic about you. Your future is limitless."

"And you, Qingxuan, the future of the Great Desolate World ultimately depends on you young people."

Donghua poured a bowl of chicken soup for the two of them.

Qingxuan said excitedly: "Yes, Master, this disciple will definitely practice well and not embarrass you."

Xiong Er said to his father: "Dad, did you hear it? Even the great gods say this, so don't stop me. I'm a genius."

Yuanxiong: "You brat..."

Before Yuan Xiong could finish speaking, Xiong Er hurriedly said: "Dad, I won't tell you anymore, I'm going to practice."

"Master, then you talk to my father, and I will go down."

Donghua nodded and said: "Okay, you have to practice hard. What happened between you and Qingxuan is nothing. You are both young people and should have more words to say. You just happen to take Qingxuan down to visit your tribe." visit."

"Yes, Great God, I have forgotten it for a long time."

"Yes, Master."

After the two of them finished speaking, they ran out of the hall.