Can a Scholar Be Called a Villain

Is that a Buddhist? Could it be Baiwei's clone of that old bald donkey?

This, what is this? It seems to be empty... is it from that clan? "

Su Zan's eyes finally rested on Murong Lin. His eyes were a little surprised and he looked at Murong Lin in front of him in disbelief.

Why is the aura on this person so similar to the aura of those ancient void races?

Are those races still alive?

Su Zan shook his head and tried not to think about those very ancient things. He had too many memories and they were too far away. Thinking back on some things was a kind of torture.

He found that many people around Murong Lin were also looking at Meng Night beside him, so he patted Meng Night on the head and said:

"Is your sect over there?"

Meng Yan looked at the people in the Moon Worship Tower with a troubled expression, nodded and said, "Yes, but this time my master is not leading the team."

She was very curious about Su Zan now. Even though she learned a lot about Wan Wanqiu that she didn't know before, the young man crawling out of the coffin in front of her clearly had an even more ancient aura.

where is he from?

Where is he going?

This series of questions instantly made Meng Yan curious about Su Zan. She even wanted to draw Wan Wanqiu over. She might also be very curious about Su Zan.

"Is that your senior brother?" Su Zan pointed at Murong Lin and asked Meng Yan.

Although Murong Lin hid his strength, Su Zan was able to see through the remnants of the realm's aura on Murong Lin's body and determined that Murong Lin was at least in the Supreme Realm, not the Void Dharma Realm shown now.

"It's junior brother." Meng Yan said firmly.

She saw Murong Lin, and there was nothing strange about Murong Lin appearing here. After all, he was the disciple of the tower master, and it was not strange to come to attend the 5,000th birthday of the old master of Sword Villa, right?

As for the status of senior fellow apprentice, although Murong Lin's strength seems to be similar to his own now, he started early!

So there shouldn't be any problem with calling yourself senior sister, right?

Meng Yan nodded confidently and said, "Yes, yes! I am the senior sister!"

Several black lines slowly slid down Su Mian's head. He looked helplessly at Meng Yan beside him and said, "Why don't you go back and sit with them?"

"No! I want to see who you are!" Meng Yan said stubbornly. She had asked Su Zan countless times on the road, but Su Zan only told him his name and the identity of the master of the Sky Burial Dao.

But what the hell is a Taoist master?

The South Vietnam Continent, oh no, even the entire Xuannan Realm does not have such a name!

What about the Celestial Burial Dao? As soon as Meng Yan heard it, he thought it was something Su Zhan made up by himself, but in fact it didn’t exist at all!

Su Zan was also speechless for Meng Yan. It seemed that Murong Lin took one look at her and then walked with her, picked a place and sat down.

Murong Lin looked slightly surprised when he saw the two of them sitting among the people from the Dark Demon Alliance and Xiuchan Temple.

That person kept looking at me before. Why?

Did he see something in himself?

But is there anything in him that can be seen through?

For a moment, Murong Lin became very cautious again, raising his guard against this new protagonist to a new level.

This person is very confident, very crazy, and has a feeling of seeing through all things, but he does not rely on any spiritual bloodline, but relies on his own knowledge and experience.

This person may be really, really old.

But why carry a coffin?

At this time, Yan Sisi stood up and looked at his position with a respectful expression. In a flash of light, the figure of the old village owner appeared where he was sitting.

His appearance was no different from that of an ordinary old man. He always had a kind smile on his face. He glanced around and said:

"Welcome everyone to attend my five thousandth birthday!"

===Chapter 175: Battle===

Zai Yijian Villa was very lively and crowded with people. Everyone sat together and chatted all over the place.

However, when everyone nearby glanced vaguely from the top position, their eyes were full of respect and admiration.

It was as if the old man with a red face who was drinking wine was an emperor who could not be looked at in the world.

The last time Murong Lin saw someone with such charisma was Uncle Sun Yu.

However, Sun Yubo could talk to everyone calmly and help them, while the old village owner relied solely on his strong strength and age.

In this era when people rarely appear in the Tribulation Realm, there are only a few strong men who dare to throw a five-thousand-year-old birthday banquet for themselves like the old village owner.

Murong Lin looked at the old village owner sitting at the top. He was chatting happily with a group of Tribulation Realm people around him. Finally, they got up and walked towards the backyard together.