“What did you say?”
Yang Lin was utterly stunned on the spot.
He even thought he had heard wrong.
Su Han... wants to take him as a disciple?
If it had been the Cold Cloud Sect Master who had said this personally, Yang Lin would have been just as stunned because that was the Cold Cloud Sect Master, a Dragon God Realm powerhouse, the absolute overlord within a hundred thousand miles!
But Yang Lin’s current stupor stemmed from not knowing what to say.
A mere Dragon Vein Realm guy, wants to take him as a disciple?
The third assessment hadn’t even started yet; he didn’t even know how many Dragon Veins the other party had, and he wants to take him as a disciple?
Not just Yang Lin, everyone present, including Xiao Yuhui, Bai Yu, Deputy Sect Master Yun Yingnan, Sect Master Ling Qinghai, and even all those Elders, were all stunned!
Especially the Elder who wanted to take Yang Lin as his disciple, stood there dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning.
“Did I hear that right just now? Su Han... wants to take Yang Lin as his disciple?”
“Hahaha, I’m dying of laughter, don’t talk to me, let me catch my breath, my stomach hurts from laughing.”
“Dragon Vein Realm, taking a Dragon Vein Realm as his disciple?”
After a brief silence, a huge uproar spread across the entire square.
The Elder finally reacted at that moment and shouted loudly, “This is, by far, the funniest joke I’ve heard! You’re nothing but a Dragon Vein Realm cultivator, and you actually fantasize about competing with me for a disciple? Even if I don’t take Yang Lin as my disciple, you lack the qualifications and strength to instruct him!”
“Su Han, you’re not joking with me, are you?” Xiao Yuhui couldn’t help but ask.
Bai Yu’s face was filled with amusement; he had to admire Su Han’s physical robustness, to be able to merge with Seventh-Order Beast Blood in just one minute.
But while admiring Su Han’s physique, Bai Yu couldn’t help but be astonished by Su Han’s intelligence.
Since ancient times, there were cases of taking disciples from the same realm, but no one had ever taken a disciple while in the Dragon Vein Realm!
What can you, a mere Dragon Vein Realm cultivator, possibly teach anyone?
Aren’t you the one who needs to be taught by others?
“Su Han, did you say you want to take Yang Lin as your disciple?”
As the Cold Cloud Sect Master, Ling Qinghai had to ask again; he simply couldn’t believe what he had just heard.
Su Han did not respond to him but continued to look at Yang Lin and asked again, “I’ll ask you once more, are you willing to be my disciple?”
“Shut your mouth!” The Elder was immediately enraged; it was not just about Su Han being in the Dragon Vein Realm, even if he were in the Dragon Pill Realm, he still wouldn’t be entitled to compete with him for a disciple!
The Elder was immediately enraged; it was not just about Su Han being in the Dragon Vein Realm, even if he were in the Dragon Pill Realm, he still wouldn’t be entitled to compete with him for a disciple!
Too arrogant!
“Fine.” Su Han, having been rejected, showed no dissatisfaction but said indifferently, “I hope you won’t regret it.”
Su Han, having been rejected, showed no dissatisfaction but said indifferently, “I hope you won’t regret it.”
Chen Feng stepped forward at this moment and scoffed, “Yang Lin has opened nine Dragon Veins, you probably don’t even have as many as he does, right?”
“I will!”
Chen Feng directly walked up to the stone pillar, turned his head to look at Su Han, and sneered, “Didn’t you want to bet with me? Now watch carefully!”
“This strong?”
Everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief, clearly Chen Feng’s punch was far more powerful than those of Yang Lin, Hu Zhengyao, and the others before him.
After a full half-minute, the screen above the pillar finally changed, displaying a line of large characters.
“Eleven Dragon Veins?” “How is this possible? Am I seeing things?”
“No wonder he dared to bet with Su Han...”
At this moment, everyone understood why Chen Feng had the courage to bet with Su Han.
What does it matter if Su Han possesses such formidable strength?
“It’s a Spiritual Body!”
At this moment, the Cold Cloud Sect Master Ling Qinghai, who had been sitting in the central position, also looked shocked, exchanged glances with the Deputy Sect Master Yun Yingnan, and they both burst into laughter.
When the others heard Ling Qinghai’s words, they too revealed looks of envy.
Chen Feng sneered, “Don’t forget our bet. If you lose, you will have to leave your head behind!”
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