The two of them stared at each other, and before Gu Changxiao could explain, someone kicked them in the face.
The next moment, the majestic sword-wielding ancestor of the Martial Arts Hall, an extraordinary strong man in the seventh realm of semi-saints, was picked up like a little chicken.
"Hey, hey, if you have something to say, please tell me."
"Misunderstanding, huge misunderstanding."
"Ouch, can you please stop slapping me in the face?"
Gu Changxiao hugged his head and shouted loudly: "Su Xinglan, your name is Su Xinglan."
"I have something to ask you about, serious business, big business."
A slovenly man asked suspiciously: "Do you know me?"
Gu Chang smiled and covered his face with a cold breath as he said, "I not only know you, but I also know your nephew Suning."
"boom."
Su Xinglan let go and said warily: "Whose party are you from? What do you want from me?"
“It is considered a thief to ask for something without asking, and it is considered evil to come to someone without asking.”
"If it weren't for the fact that you're older and haven't shown any murderous intent towards me, huh..."
He didn't say much else.
He looked at Gu Changxiao with his eyes, full of vigilance.
The old man smiled dryly, for fear of offending "his precious disciple".
Whether his magical power can break through the eighth form, and whether he can become a saint in the future, all his hopes and the future of the martial arts palace rest on this "unfilial villain" who kicked him three times and slapped him five times.
If you are angry, don't dare to let it go.
If you are angry, don't dare to let it out.
Try your best to look kind and kind, and smile like a dog with a tail.
Su Xinglan said speechlessly: "Are you a fool?"
Gu Changxiao replied shamelessly: "I am your master."
Su Xinglan said in confusion: "What?"
Gu Changxiao revealed his identity and said: "My surname is Gu Changxiao, the ancestor of Martial Palace, the seventh realm of semi-saints."
"I came here today to accept you as my disciple."
"As long as you agree, there will be no problem with Luo Chen."
Seeing Su Xinglan's mouth wide open and confused in the wind, Gu Changxiao raised his hands to the sky and said: "I swear by the calamity of a saint that every word of what I say is true."
"How? Do you agree?"
Gu Changxiao was serious and looking forward to it.
Su Xinglan lazily hugged his shoulders and squinted with contempt.
After a long time, he said with contempt on his face: "Get out."
Gu Chang smiled and swallowed his saliva and said, "Let's talk again?"
"Hey, let's sort out the whole story first."
"If you don't want to become my teacher, there must be a reason, right?"
"Are you dissatisfied that I am not qualified enough to teach you, or do you dislike the martial arts hall?"
Su Xinglan said coldly: "I don't believe you if you talk nonsense.
Gu Chang smiled like he was waking up from a dream and said, "Do you doubt my true identity?"
"Okay, then I'll prove it to you."
As he spoke, he spread out his fingers and lightly stamped his right foot: "Let's go."
"collapse."
In the narrow carriage, the void exploded, showing a flowing black abyss.
Gu Changxiao grabbed Su Xinglan's right arm and stepped in calmly: "Your current position is five hundred thousand miles away from the Wuchen Fairyland. It took three months."
"After you have mastered the power of laws that are superior to the way of heaven, I can take you back with less than half a cup of tea."
"I have never accepted a disciple in my life. You are the first and you will be the last."
"Accept me as your master, and no one in the Eight Hundred Immortal Realm will dare to hurt you in the slightest."
"Whoever dares to touch my Gu Changxiao disciple is an enemy of my Martial Palace."
"Even if we are equally matched with Wen Dian, we can't do it."
