When Lu Fan sat down, he realized that an old man was already sitting on the main seat in front of him.
The old man was wearing an old but clean robe. He had a kind face and was pouring himself tea.
Lu Fan discovered that this person looked very ordinary on the surface, but occasionally his eyes would open and close, and his pupils would burn as hot as the sun. Whoever he looked at out of the corner of his eye would invisibly give people a thunderous look.
Feeling of oppression.
"This should be the owner of this attic."
Lu Fan secretly speculated.
But he was just thinking about it in his mind, but it seemed to alarm the old man.
The old man suddenly looked towards him and made a "boom" sound.
An invisible and qualitative spiritual thought, like a poisonous snake like a tarsal maggot, locked Lu Fan, trying to penetrate into Lu Fan's body and pry out all the secrets in Lu Fan's body.
The innate realm is unpredictable, mysterious, and almost all of the magic power in the body has been transformed into the power of the soul, that is, divine thoughts.
And every ray of divine thought can be condensed into a clone. A thousand rays of divine thought can be a thousand clones.
In the Xiantian realm, one's lifespan can reach nearly five thousand years, and one can be reborn with blood, making it almost difficult to be completely killed.
It can be said that in the innate realm, he is definitely a peerless overlord!
Just like the goddess, she relies entirely on her own strength to guard the huge South China Sea Wonderland.
And the old man in front of him actually had terrifying strength in the Xiantian realm.
Faced with the old man's observation, Lu Fan breathed out lightly and did not make any unnecessary movements. However, he could feel that the blood in his body seemed to be stimulated, the flow speed accelerated, and it released a kind of blood that he had never felt before.
The unprecedented energy blocked all the breath in his body.
The old man's spiritual thoughts swept over Lu Fan and found nothing special.
At that moment, Lu Fan picked up the wine pot, poured a glass for himself, and drank it gently.
No stage fright, and calm and composed.
"Um?"
A look of curiosity appeared on the old man's face. It was hard for him to imagine that a seemingly ordinary young man, in such an environment, faced with so many dazzling geniuses, could remain so without being arrogant or impetuous.