It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the same as the power of water and fire.

It's not bad now. Although I didn't say a word, I didn't start arguing either.

That's it.

Perhaps because of his age, Xue Yuexin's mentality has become much calmer: "I'll go and ask someone to prepare."

Xue Dingshan opened his mouth, and in the end, he just nodded: "...Okay."

After thinking about it, he added: "Then I'll trouble you."

All the gods have come out, what kind of world is this!

The only Lin Xiting, who just knew that everything around him was not as simple as the surface, suffered one after another and was now in a daze.

Unfortunately, everyone was busy expressing their curiosity to Taishang Laojun and the others. Where did they have the time to comfort his injured heart?

It's so pitiful.

——

"Sir, Immortal." Suddenly, I learned that the legendary characters actually existed. Not to mention Lin Yingyue and Lin Wan, even Xue Dingshan, an old man in his seventies or eighties, could not control his curiosity.

In addition, the granddaughter was naturally with them, and the cautiousness and tension in Xue Dingshan's heart soon disappeared.

The four people with the surname Lin, the five people with the surname Xue, and a black fish almost formed an encirclement.

"Cough--" As soon as I raised my cup, I heard such a title, and the Antarctic Immortal Coughed for a moment.

"I dare not take it as an adult. If you have anything you want to ask, just ask."

There are many legends about the heavenly realm in the lower realm, and most of them are not a secret. For the sake of that person, it doesn’t matter if you pick up one or two pieces and tell them.

That's what Antarctic Immortal originally thought.

But soon, he knew that this was not that simple.

Xue Dingshan was excited and asked the question he had always wanted to know: "How many of you, the ancestor, can you recognize him? What does he look like?"

Regarding this matter, Taishang Laojun has the most say.

"Zhang Daoling..." As the saying goes, when a master sees his disciples, he looks like a father sees his son. He is not only disgusted, but also disgusted.

"The ugly face and fierce eyes are like a yaksha, with a thick voice, and a beard on his face. He has no immortal style at all."

I have said that he has been so many times, at least I pay attention to my personal image. He has never heard of it at all, just treat it as a strange thing in front of me.

I didn't expect that the master would sell himself in the blink of an eye, and Zhang Daoling fainted from crying in the bathroom.

Also shocked by Laojun's description, Xue Dingshan did not recover for a long time.

Ancestor, is this what the ancestor looks like?

I feel like something is broken...

"Then...what is the Supreme Laojun?" Could it be the same, right???

Laojun's eyes were suddenly erratic.

What did he say about this?

I praised it very much. It’s so narcissistic to see so many people watching it.

If it is not good, he feels that it is not in line with the truth.

Finally, Taishang Laojun described himself in a regular manner: "The Taoist leader looks glorious on the surface, but in fact his daily work is to save the field everywhere. He is wherever there are difficulties. He likes to refine alchemy and collect disciples, but when the newness passes, he will throw his disciples aside and let them die for themselves..."

Xue Dingshan: "???"

This is too miserable!

What about the promised boss???

No, the amount of information is too large, he has to slowly.

Seeing that his grandfather looked suspicious of life, Lin Yingyue, who finally waited for the opportunity, silently raised her paws: "That... Zhenyuan Daxian, have she really been beaten by a monkey..."

Zhen Zhenyuan Daxian shook his head expressionlessly: "No."

Lin Yingyue blinked: "Has that ginseng fruit tree... been pushed down?"
Chapter completed!