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"Kid, you're still wet behind the ears, is this something you can insult?"

Sun Bu Er glared at her. If it were not for Ma Yu stopping her, she would have already cut Li Dao into pieces.

"Little friend, where are you from?"

Ma Yu stopped Sun Bian Er and asked.

"Luoyang."

Li Dao replied.

Ma Yu looked at the machine. Because the machine had been floating in the Jianghu all year round, he was the most knowledgeable out of the seven true disciples.

"Yes, it's a Luoyang accent. Although it's a bit strange, it's indeed a Luoyang accent." Qiu Jianji nodded and said.

Li Dao came from a later generation, and was a thousand years away from this era. Naturally, his accent was different.

In his heart, he also did not think Li Dao was a Mongolian.

The Mongol's physique and the Chinese physique were somewhat different. Moreover, Li Dao's temperament was something the Mongol did not possess.

"Then what is little friend here for?" Ma Yu continued to ask.

Li Dao couldn't help but roll his eyes. Did the ancients only have one set of templates?

However, he still answered honestly, "I have heard that your sect's patriarch, Zhong Yang, is the number one under the heavens, and that the patriarch had once raised troops to fight against gold. I admire him from afar."

Hearing Li Dao's words, the seven true disciples felt much better towards Li Dao. Even Sun Bian Er's anger was quelled quite a bit.

The matter that the entire True Sect was most proud of was their ancestor, Wang Zhong Yang. Upon hearing someone praise Wang Zhong Yang, they were even more happy than if they were themselves.

Qiu Jianji secretly nodded and stroked his beard.

"Have you ever learned martial arts?" Ma Yu continued to ask.

"I've learnt a set of clan heirloom sword technique." Li Dao replied.

Ma Yu did not ask anymore. He believed that there was no longer any suspicion of Li Dao being a spy.

The other seven disciples also let go of their vigilance, making Zhao Zhijing anxious. He didn't want Li Dao to join the True God School anyway.

Li Dao also thought that one of the seven true disciples would take him in as a disciple. He was thinking which disciple would be his master, preferably Ma Yu or Qiu Jianji.

However, before he could continue, Sun Bodong opened his mouth and asked, "If you say you are not a Mongolian, then how do you explain your hair?"

The rest of the people shifted their gaze to Li Dao as they wanted to see how he would explain himself.

Li Dao did not hesitate as he cupped his fists and replied, "I had a serious illness a few years ago and my hair fell off. I only grew it recently."

These questions were all considered by Li Dao before he climbed the mountain, so he didn't need to deliberately think about them when answering.

Seeing him blurt out the reason, the people in the hall subconsciously believed it.

"You can say whatever you want. Can anyone prove it for you? "I think you're a spy for the police." Sun Bodhi insisted that Li Dao was Mongolian and did not intend to loosen up. Li Dao hated him so much that his teeth itched.

"Alright junior sister, there's no problem with the identity of this little friend Li." Ma Yu said.

Li Dao heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed like there was no problem with his identity.

Unexpectedly, Ma Yu continued, "Although there is no problem with your identity, but you are still unable to enter the sect."

The sudden turn of events stunned Li Dao. The others did not expect Ma Yu to say this.

Li Dao looked deeply at Ma Yu without saying anything. He turned around and walked out of the hall. It seemed that Wang Zhong Yang's innate skill was not fated to be his. Besides, it wasn't as if he had to join the True Sect. The sword tomb of Xiangyang was still waiting for him on the gravestones of the living and the dead.

"Little friend, do you think that my True God School lives up to its reputation? It's not that we do not wish to accept you as a disciple, it's just that you are already old, your meridians are fixed, and are not suited for martial arts. " Ma Yu looked at Li Dao's back and explained.

The other disciples all nodded. So this was the reason why the Sect Leader rejected him.

Li Dao did not turn around, but the corners of his mouth revealed a cold smile, did he really think that he did not know, that all seven of the true disciples only followed Wang Zhong Yang to train in the martial arts at the age of middle-aged?

This place will not keep you. If you do not stay, I will make you regret your actions in the future. Li Dao thought to himself as he turned around to take a look. His steps seemed to have become firmer.

However, what Li Dao did not see was Zhao Zhijing's vicious gaze.