Shen Bingxin, Are You Willing to Be My Disciple?
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As soon as the old man finished speaking, the disciples of the Sky Travel Sect immediately let out shocked voices.
"High-grade talent, heaven-grade Dao bone!"
"He's a core disciple at the beginning! How impressive!"
"This guy is indeed from the Central Continent. Our Tianxing Sect has other monstrous prodigies!"
Accompanied by an uproar, Wang Daofa undoubtedly became the center of attention.
Talent was divided into low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, and top-grade. It could be seen from the dazzling light on the Nine Dragons Pillars.
As for the Dao bone, it was divided into mortal, earth, heaven, saint, divine. Anything above the divine realm was unknown.
"Wang Daofa, are you willing to enter the Cold Iron Peak and be my personal disciple?" At this moment, a magnificent voice sounded in this space again, echoing in everyone's ears for a long time.