This old guy who looks like a beggar has no aura on his body.
But no one will doubt that he is a peerless master.
It is common for ordinary monks to fly with a sword, fly with a sword, and fly with a gun.
A huge wine gourd like the Royal Envoy is quite rare.
There is also a saying circulating in the world of immortality that if you provoke people with weirder weapons, you will die faster.
Moreover, the Qiling Tower collapsed just now, causing Chen Jinshi to fly out without any resistance. The person guarding Ning Yao at this time was obviously this old guy.
The entire square fell silent at this moment.
Even the fight between the men in black and the remaining Huayang Sect disciples in the distance stopped in a tacit agreement.
Most people can't understand where this old guy came from.
But at this moment, Su Jingzhe felt nervous for a moment.
He originally thought that the person who caused all this was Shuang Sheng, but he didn't expect that it was a strange old guy.
His eyes subconsciously looked in the direction of Shuangsheng.
Shuang Jiang was watching all this with a calm expression.
There doesn't seem to be any indication.
He was confused again, wondering what the frost meant?
But the frost is his thigh after all. Now that his thigh is calm, he doesn't panic.
Watching silently how all this will develop.
After all, he still has unparalleled confidence in Shuangsheng.
While everyone was looking cautiously at the sloppy old man sitting on the wine gourd, Ning Yao slowly came back to her senses in the ruins of Qiling Tower.
She also looked extremely nervous, staring at the old man above.
But before Ning Yao could speak, the old guy asked with a smile: "Little girl, are you willing to become my teacher?"
Hearing this, Ning Yao was still stunned, but the hearts of everyone around her were instantly frightened.
This old guy asked such a question as soon as he came, obviously seeing Ning Yao's peerless qualifications.
But this is understandable.
After all, in the land of Qingzhou, there may not have been such a single-attribute earth-grade spiritual root for many years.
Even the people in front of them couldn't tell clearly whether Ning Yao's spiritual root was of earth grade or heaven grade.
This is really terrifying, which strong person would not be moved?
Monks who have reached a certain level always want to pass on their legacy.
Every good seedling is nothing more than a peerless treasure in the eyes of these powerful monks.
While the old guy was talking, Cao Qing, the deputy sect leader of the Huayang branch, didn't even dare to take a breath.
A monk like him who has reached Foundation Establishment can even more faintly feel the terror of this old man.
When the opponent's aura is not visible, they can't detect it at all. What does this mean?
This shows that the opponent is at least in the late stage of Jindan, or even directly the old monster of Nascent Soul.
Foundation-building monks may be able to dominate among the lower-level monks in a small place like Linjiang City.
But in front of the old monster Nascent Soul, he is nothing more than an ant that can be destroyed with a snap of his fingers.
If the other party was really an old Nascent Soul monster and wanted to accept Ning Yao as his disciple, not only would he not dare to stop him, he would even try his best to reduce his sense of existence.
However, what everyone never expected was that Ning Yao suddenly shook her head at this moment.
"Senior, please forgive me. Ning Yao already has a teacher."
As soon as these words came out, everyone who was paying attention was once again in an uproar.
"Even if this old guy is not at the Nascent Soul stage, he is at least a powerful Golden Elixir monk.
This little girl is really not afraid of tigers, so she dares to refuse such a person!"
"Interesting, this girl's courage is as outstanding as her spiritual roots."
"But who is her teacher? Is it Su Jingzhe from the second level of Qi Refining?"
"Still on the second level of Qi Refining? Are you blind and didn't see the miserable Chen Jinshi on the ground?
This thing is always pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger."
"..."
I ignored the discussion among the people.
At this time, Su Jingzhe was greatly relieved, but also a little nervous.
He didn't know what kind of cultivation the old guy on the wine gourd in front of him had.
But despite the frost, he was still calm.
Sure enough, when I heard Ning Yao's words.
The sloppy old man raised his brows slightly, and the smile on his face seemed to freeze slightly for a moment.
Then he smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, who is your teacher? When the old man takes his head from his neck, won't you have no teacher?"
As soon as these words came out, Su Jingzhe felt her heart pounding.
Damn it, he doesn't want to play like this.
There is no rule in the world of cultivating immortals that there can only be one master and one disciple.
And what kind of master is the enlightenment teacher?
Even if it is, it does not prevent Ning Yao from having a few more masters.
After hearing the old guy's words, Ning Yao's face instantly turned pale.
At first, she was nervous and subconsciously wanted to go to Su Jingzhe.
But now she doesn't dare.
I was afraid that this old guy would really kill Su Jingzhe.
The little girl felt a little tormented thinking about it.
"Hey, how about it, little girl, do you still have a teacher now?"
Ning Yao pursed her lips and said nothing, looking a little stubborn.
"Senior alcoholic, why do you need to embarrass a little girl like this?
With your cultivation and reputation, if you want to accept a disciple, the saints and saints from the Qingzhou realm will probably line up to become your disciple.
Why go to a remote area to find a little girl who doesn’t know anything."
The atmosphere in the square became extremely strange and somewhat depressing.
A voice suddenly sounded.
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but follow the sound.
But he was shocked to find that it was the unrivaledly handsome Luoyuebai holding the folding fan.
When he said this, he walked in the direction of Ning Yao.
And he didn't wait for the old guy in the sky to respond.
Feng Qingya, who came back to her senses, also walked over there in a charming manner.
"Yes, who knows the name of Senior Drunkard?
It doesn’t seem right to spread the word about embarrassing a little girl."
When they reached a position about ten feet in front of Ning Yao, Luo Yuebai and Feng Qingya stopped.
This distance can be regarded as the respect the two of them gave the old guy.
The sloppy old man, whom the two called a drunkard, had slightly squinty eyes.
First he glanced at the charming Feng Qingya, and then his eyes touched the white-haired old man who was already following behind her.
He showed a smile again: "Jubao Pavilion.
Haha, if Jubao Pavilion doesn't go about your business properly, how can you have time to take care of my business?"
When he said this, his tone was slightly contemptuous.
It's not surprising that people in Jubao Pavilion can recognize him.
Although but...the alcoholic doesn't seem to intend to give face.
Hearing this, Feng Qingya's face changed slightly.
She had also seen before that the Qiling Tower seemed to have a light green flash before it collapsed.
If he really has a heavenly spiritual root, he will definitely fight for it in Jubao Pavilion.
After thinking for a moment, Feng Qingya's sapphire blue ring flashed on her finger.
Suddenly he took out a dark and simple token in his hand.
It seems to be engraved with the word "风".
"What if I ask my senior to give in to the person represented by this token?"