The huge eagle's huge body suddenly moved, and its two huge wings suddenly shook, and a strong wind blew around. Flying sand and stones, dust spread everywhere, making the four outer disciples unsteadily blew, and they staggered a few steps to the ground. The dust brought by the strong wind swept towards the six people like a covert, and the four outer disciples couldn't open their eyes for a while.

But Wuqi and Wolson stood there motionless, their clothes and hair were blown high, and their eyes were still clear, as if they didn't feel how terrible the gust of wind was.

The giant eagle's wings were very huge. Just after flapping its body, it suddenly flew to the sky more than ten feet high above the heads of six people. Then it saw its huge eagle beak making an extremely cheerful chirping towards the sky, and then lowered its head slightly and looked at Wuqi.

Then the two wings suddenly flapped and flapped dozens of times in a row, it flashed, turning into a black light and rushed into the clouds at the entrance of the Warcraft Forest.

The Nine-level Peak Warcraft Ghawk is a simple and effortless thing to deal with Wuqi, who is only at the level of an intermediate cultivator. Even with Walson present, it has the power to fight. It even has more than 50% chance of defeating Wuqi and Walson's joint efforts. But it still did not choose to do this in the end, and even did not even have the idea of ​​taking revenge, which is a bit strange.

When Walson brought Wuqi and the four outer disciples who survived by chance returned to his own residence in Wushan, Walson summoned Wuqi overnight and had a long talk with him.

"Little bastard. What have you done in the Warcraft Forest in the past three years? Why do I feel that your strength has improved so quickly? As far as I know, if ordinary people practice hard, it will take at least ten years to break from a junior cultivator to an intermediate cultivator. But you did it in just three years. And Master, I clearly remember that before you went to the Warcraft Forest three years ago, I didn't even have the strength of a junior cultivator!"

Wuqi smiled slightly, but did not answer, but made an expression that he didn't want to say very much. Wolson gave him a blank look, "What? Is it because you little bastard who hasn't seen you for three years and don't even believe your master? Are you still afraid that Master, I will leak the secret?"

To be honest, Wuqi was a little worried. At first, he planned to tell Walson all the secrets without reservation, but after hearing that it would take ten years for ordinary people to cultivate to his current strength, Wuqi's thoughts became a little complicated.

First, the other party is his master, and he raised him since he was a child, so he should not have to worry about leaking secrets. But secondly, since he successfully grew to the level of an intermediate cultivator within three years, this naturally shows that the Ancient Scroll in his hand is indeed a treasure, and the master did not lie to him.

But when he remembered the greed look that the swordsman Dori suddenly showed in his eyes a few years ago, he couldn't help but feel a little scared when he saw the unknown scroll in his hand.

An old man who has always been kind-hearted actually became so terrifying just by looking at the cover of his Ancient Scroll. If his master really knew the secrets of this Ancient Scroll, would he become as terrifying as Dori? Or would it be even better than that in comparison?

A few years ago, he was still a child, so he naturally didn't understand Dori's eyes at that time, nor did he understand why the old man who had always been kind in his heart and Croyd suddenly became so hideous and terrifying, but now he understands and understands each other's mood very well.

Wuqi even thought about it from the perspective of others. If he was Dori, when he saw a child with no power, possessing a treasure that everyone wanted to snatch, would he do like Dori?

Wuqi has not found the answer to this question for a long time. So he was worried, but as soon as he hesitated and silent, Wolson was unhappy. Wolson glared at Wuqi in anger and said angrily: "You little bastard. Is it because you have learned the martial arts in the Ancient Scrolls?"

Wu Qi was stunned when he heard this. He suddenly looked up and looked at Wolson in surprise. Wolson snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, walked to a mahogany chair and sat down, and said angrily: "You. Let me tell you what you are good. Are you thinking, Master, will you kill yourself if I know the secret of Ancient Scrolls?"

"Master, how do you know?" Wuqi blurted out in surprise.

Wolson shook his head in disappointment, but then smiled and nodded, and said lightly: "Master, I raised you with my own hands. If you can't even guess the thoughts of you little bastard, can I still be your master? However, you can have such thoughts at just twelve years old, and I am very happy. At least, you have learned to protect yourself. However, it is not good to hide secrets from Master. Don't forget, if Master, I am interested in your Ancient Scrolls, I could have killed you before you even understand. Why bother so much about it? "

As soon as this said, Wuqi's face suddenly turned red, and the worries in his heart were immediately eliminated. He no longer cared about anything else, and told Walson everything he saw in the Ancient Scrolls and how he spent the past three years in the Warcraft Forest.

While listening to Wuqi's words, Wolson's face changed rapidly. He was happy that Wuqi could open a residence in the forest of monsters, and then he was sweating coldly because Wuqi was sneak attacked by several leopard monsters. He felt incredible because Wuqi entered the sword path. He felt helpless because Wuqi tried several martial arts without any progress.

After listening to all the stories of Wuqi, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, as if he had just accompanied Wuqi to experience a journey of death in the forest of Warcraft.

After a while, Wolson took a sip of tea. He let out a long breath. The complex look on his face disappeared, and he turned to a smile of relief. He patted Wuqi's shoulder and nodded with satisfaction: "You little bastard. I didn't expect that you have experienced so much in these three years. It's no wonder that you have made such rapid progress in your cultivation."

After saying that, he looked up and down at Wuqi again, sighed lightly, and continued, "Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, twelve years have passed. I remember that when Master brought you back to Wushan, you were only so big, and now you have grown so tall! In a few years, you will definitely surpass Master. With this strength, it is naturally impossible to stay at the level of master like Master. Master believes that you can definitely reach the legendary holy realm."

Wuqi was a little proud of his hearing. He couldn't help but smile with confidence, but Wolson frowned slightly at this moment and said quietly: "But you said that your spell can only be used three times a day, and so is medical skills. If this problem cannot be solved, you will definitely not be able to break through the threshold of a high-level practitioner and step into the master level."

"Oh... Master, I have thought about this problem for two years, but I can't solve it. I can only talk about it later. Now I will improve my strength to the level of a high-level practitioner first." Wuqi sighed helplessly.

"No." Wolson shook his head slowly and whispered: "If you don't find a solution as soon as possible, your shortcomings may become your fatal injury. If you are discovered by the enemy, you may even die. Master, I remember that our wizard's ancestors had a scepter called the Witch Pattern Staff. It can repair the innate physical defects of the practitioner. Although your spell is higher than Master's witchcraft and belongs to the ancestor of witchcraft, the reason why you can only use the trick three times a day is definitely caused by the huge difference between your body and ordinary people. This witchcraft Staff should help you solve this problem."

Hearing this, Wuqi's eyes lit up, and he interrupted, "Master, please give me the witch pattern stick."

Wolson smiled bitterly, shook his head slowly, and continued: "The Witch Pattern Staff disappeared in the one-million-year battle between us humans a long time ago. If the wizard, the wizard lineage, our wizard clan would not be so depressed. I think our ancestors were among the top in the Lanfa Continent. But now, they can only occupy one mountain."

Wuqi lowered his head in disappointment, but Wolson changed his mind and continued: "But the Witch Pattern Staff should still be somewhere in the Lanfa Continent. My master, your master, once told me that the Witch Pattern Staff is the source of witchcraft. If the Witch Pattern Staff is damaged, our witchcraft can no longer be used. The same is true for your spell. Witchcraft is inherited from the spell. Your spell can be successfully used, which proves that the Witch Pattern Staff still exists, but it must be hidden somewhere."

"Master, let me go down the mountain. I want to find the Witch Pattern Staff!" Wuqi said before Wolson finished speaking.

"Are you sure you want to go down the mountain to find the Witch Wire Staff alone?" Wolson frowned slightly and asked seriously.

Wuqi looked back at Wolson with a firm look and nodded without hesitation. Wolson continued, "Little bastard, it's not that Master, I won't let you go, it's just that the Lanfa Continent is so big, Master, I have traveled to most of the Lanfa Continent, but I haven't found the Witch Pattern Staff. Are you so confident that you can find it?"

Wuqi did not answer, but the firmness in his eyes became stronger. Wolson continued to ask: "There are many mysterious places in the Lanfa continent, and some places are even more dangerous. Even Master, I dare not go in. Are you really not afraid?"

"Not afraid, as long as I can improve my strength, I must give it a try!"
Chapter completed!