Every day afterwards, Wuqi practiced this spell that never made him so interested. His strength has also made great progress over time. Of course, if this spell could only improve his strength and could not fight, Wuqi would not have worked so hard.

Although there is no record of any unique tricks on the 18th page of the Ancient Scroll, the sentence "The key to spell: Creation." gave Wuqi a huge reminder. He was also a very smart person. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have figured out the true meaning of this sentence after reading these five words for a week.

The key to the spell is only one word creation. So can the word "creation" besides innovation and creation, there is a better understanding of this word "creation" than this? Wuqi could not think of another meaning, so he completely understood the word "creation" as innovation and creation. So, after practicing spells for a month, he began the journey of creating spells with the ultimate tricks, and the result was naturally very successful.

Wuqi was very satisfied with his tricks and had unprecedented confidence. He was confident that with his intermediate spell master's strength, as long as he did not encounter a perverted peak-level sanctuary like Abel, he could even masters of master level strength for a while.

In order to confirm whether his trick was really effective, Wuqi also ventured into the forest of monsters that once stopped him and conducted many experiments on various vicious monsters. Although he took risks many times during this period, he almost lost his life, but the trick he created was surprisingly effective. This result made him excited for three days and three nights before he slowly returned to his calmness.

It was from this day that when he had his own magic tricks and the most suitable spells for him to practice, Wuqi began a long journey of cultivation.

Three years later, there were hundreds of people standing outside the foggy outside the Warcraft Forest behind Wushan Mountain. They were looking for something under the loud command of an old man.

The old man was wearing a black robe, his hair was as dark as ink, his face was obvious in profile, and he was obviously over 60 years old, but he didn't look like an elderly man. Not only was his face rosy, but his eyes were bright and bright. At first glance, he actually gave people a feeling of being old and unpredictable. This old man was no one else, but Wuqi's master, Wolson. Although his appearance was not much different from three years ago, his face was obviously slightly white in rosy, which was entirely because he was worried about Wuqi's safety.

It's been three years! The bastard and I agreed to come back in one year. Why did he go there for so long? Could it be that he was eaten by the monsters in the forest of monsters? No, no. I remember the bastard told me that he has the ability to repair himself. But why didn't he come out yet?

Did he encounter something that prevented him from getting out? It's okay, this little bastard is so smart, he should be able to escape danger! But I'm still worried. You little bastard...oh...

After sighing, Wolson shouted to the hundreds of busy outer disciples in front of him: "Give me some strength. Find me carefully to see if there are any of your senior brother's things left behind nearby!"

As he said that, he saw a few outer disciples in front of him whispering there, his face changed suddenly, and he shouted angrily: "You two! Look for me quickly! Don't be lazy! If you find it again, you will have nothing to eat for dinner today!"

"Yes..." When these outer disciples heard Walson's shout, their bodies trembled, and immediately dissipated. They reluctantly lowered their heads and started the work in their hands again. Several other disciples who were whispering to each other and whispered to each other when they heard Walson's silly shout, they also dispersed, and returned to their posts depressedly to continue looking for a job.

Maybe Wolson is old, maybe he is really too hard during these three years, and after supervising for a while, he suddenly felt a sense of fatigue all over his body and fell asleep leaning against a big tree. This really made Wolson difficult.

Although Wuqi is not his own child, Wuqi grew up day by day under his nose, and he, Wolson, snot and tears, pulled Wuqi from a baby who knew nothing to a slightly sensible age. To say that Wolson was not worried about Wuqi, it was completely fake.

This is the reason why love is over time. Although he did not admit it, in fact, deep down in Wolson's heart, he had long regarded Wuqi as his own child. But how could a parent be like a stinky brat, who had not dried up?

Although Wolson never married in his life, he was a man after all, so he could not spoil Wuqi as much as a woman, so he would be as strict as his father treats his son. But sternness is only like this in front of Wuqi. When Wuqi left Wolson and went to the Warcraft Forest alone to adventure, Wolson's heart was as if someone suddenly picked up and raised it to his throat.

Since the day Wuqi left Wushan, he has been worried about whether Wuqi can survive in the forest of monsters every day, so he can't sleep all night. However, at the same time, he is secretly looking forward to whether Wuqi can return with a grand triumphant return.

When the agreed day came, Wolson went out early in the morning to the entrance of the Warcraft Forest to wait for his half son to return, but it made him very worried. He had been rising from the rising sun until the setting sun, and the moon climbed into the night sky without waiting for Wuqi to return. Then he returned to his residence with concern.

That night, Wolson, a master wizard who had long forgotten what insomnia, actually suffered from insomnia. The next day, he ran to the entrance of the Warcraft Forest early in the morning, but he still did not wait for Wuqi to return.

On the third day, he waited for another whole day, but the result was still unchanged. A week later, when Walson finally got tired and seriously ill because he didn't have a good rest for three days and three nights, he finally had to stay in his residence to cultivate quietly.

During his cultivation, in order to wait for Wuqi to return as soon as possible, he sent hundreds of outer disciples to the fog of the Warcraft Forest to wait. When Walson recovered from his serious illness and recovered from his health, he would come here to wait quietly every day, but the result made him not only worried, but he became more and more worried.

After half a year, Wolson had no good sleep for a day, and he couldn't sleep all night almost every day. So he finally decided to let these hundreds of disciples search for the fog outside the entrance of the Warcraft Forest to see if Wuqi had anything left behind and rely on these to judge Wuqi's life and death.

It’s not that Wolson dared not enter directly into the interior of the Warcraft Forest, but that the Warcraft Forest was too big, and he was not sure that he could find Wuqi. If he didn’t find Wuqi himself and the hundreds of outer disciples were lost, something big would happen.

After all, he is not only Wuqi's master, but also the master of the entire Wushan Mountain. He has many disciples and is also responsible for other disciples. Although he really wants to take the risk in, he cannot do so.

So after a long time, Walson was trapped by fatigue. As soon as he fell asleep, the outer disciples who were still looking down to check clues immediately stopped their work and whispered to each other.

"Hey! Do you think the master is old and has a problem with his head?"

"What's the meaning?"

"He asked us to look for something outside the fog at the entrance of the Warcraft Forest every day. Is there any treasure here? We have been searching for three months. We have been searching all over the soil and rocks around here. There is no treasure here. Apart from some insect-like monsters growing in the soil, there is nothing. You said that even we know there is no treasure here, so how can Master and his elders not know?"

"That's right."

"That's right. Master, he knew there was nothing here, and he asked us to read the floor here every day. If there was no brain problem, what else could it be?"

"Go and go! You crow's mouth, what are you talking nonsense? Haven't you heard that a closed disciple of Master's master entered the forest of monsters three years ago and never came back?"

"Ha. There is still this? I'm new here. I don't know about this. Can you tell me?"

"This is what I heard of. I have been here for four or five years a year ago. It is said that three years ago, a closed disciple of the master was tested to obtain the master's teaching of witchcraft and entered the forest of monsters alone for a year. A year later, if he could come back alive, the master would teach him witchcraft. But the master's closed disciple had been gone for three years. There is no news yet."

"What do you mean is the thing that the master asked us to find that the senior brother left behind, the senior brother he mentioned is the master's closed disciple?"

"Well. The reason why Master asked us to come here every day is to wait for the senior brother to come back, and the second is to hope that senior brother will be safe. Although Master also feels that his closed disciple is probably dead, he is still unwilling to admit this fact. So..."

"So that's what it is. What's the name of the master's closed disciple? Is he a better person than the senior brother? Are he very old?"

"Haha... Master's closed disciple was only nine years old when he entered the forest of Warcraft. Now he is still alive, he is only twelve years old at most. As for his strength, according to the senior brother who told me these things, Master's closed disciple's strength is the worst among all the inner disciples of Wushan. Moreover, his body is very weak, even us are inferior. His name is Wuqi. This name seems to have been given to him by Master himself."
Chapter completed!