Painting of the Nine Immortals

The sun is shining across the sky for nine days and ten, and it is immortal.

However, it was less than one person.

Lingxian Pan sat on the highest peak of the Dragon clan, dancing lightly in white, exuding dust.

That kind of style is really like a fairy emperor, above all beings.

Especially at this moment, he is like the supreme king of immortality, and the light is so bright that even the dragon king and the supreme spear are also covered by him.

All eyes were on Ling Xian, shocked, admired, and enthusiastic.

Ling Xian was so wicked, especially the one who knew he was the two great masters of Dan, and was shocked to the point where it could not be added.

"Dare to ask the seniors, do you ... receive the apprentice?" A young man gathered courage and looked to Lingxian in addition to worship, it was hope.

"Senior, I want to worship you as a teacher too!"

"My dream is to climb to the top of the Tao and ask my seniors to accept me as a disciple!"

After hearing the words of the young people, people in the ceremonies present spoke one after another, hoping to worship Lingxian as a teacher.

"Don't forget, he is a human!" An old man in black resentfully said, "As a demon, how can you worship a human as a teacher?"

"What about the human race? He is a great master!"

"Yes, looking at the whole monster star, I can't find a second master master, I don't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"Even if he is human, I would like to worship him as a teacher!"

The people in the qidao are full of enthusiasm, and looking at Lingxian's eyes is like seeing a supreme god.

This is not an exaggeration at all, in the eyes of the Taoist people, the great master is the god!

"You!" The old man in black was furious, but the next moment, his anger turned into fear.

Because most of the people in the arrogance glared at him, and there was a stance that was inconvenient to do anything.

Not to mention that the old man in black is only a monk in the eighth state. Even if he is a royal family in the ninth state, he has no courage to continue.

"Sorry, I have no intention of accepting apprentices." Ling Xian smiled mildly. He didn't even accept the men in black. How would he accept them as apprentices?

"Senior, you think about it."

The young boy gritted his teeth fiercely, took out two **** stones from his arms, and said, "Senior, this is my best treasure, so it should be regarded as a ceremony."

Upon hearing this, those who wanted to worship Lingxian took out the treasures. For a time, the light was soaring that it was difficult for people to open their eyes.

"Go back, I won't change my mind."

Ling Xian could not cry or laugh. If he wanted to accept a disciple, not only would he not worship the ceremony, but he would give a ceremony.

"Well, it's so easy to meet a great master, but don't want to accept the disciples." The teenager sighed, his face full of disappointment.

The same goes for those in the Tao.

Seeing this, Ling Xian groaned a bit and said, "Well, let me talk about my experience and how much you can understand, it depends on your good fortune."

The voice dropped, and the eyes of all the people in the hall were bright, and even a lot of people had a short breath.

Although it is not an inheritance or a method, the experience of a great master is also invaluable and precious.

Especially for those in the Taoist school, it is definitely a rare achievement.

"Be quiet." Ling Xian said softly. After the place was quiet, he felt his own feelings.

There is no sky falling Ruicai, and there is no earth rushing golden lotus, but it makes all the people in the Taoism fascinated and difficult to extricate themselves.

It is too mysterious, like the law of the fairy king and the voice of the avenue, let these people indulge, Mao Sai opened.

Although most of Ling Xian said that they could not understand it, but the experience of a great master, even if only one percent, is enough to benefit a lifetime.

"Well, how much you can understand, how far you can go, it depends on your fortune."

Ling Xian smiled slightly, making those in the instrument grateful, and looked more respectfully at him.

For Ling Xian, feelings and feelings are nothing, but for these people, this is a kindness.

Therefore, everyone bowed down towards Ling Xian as a token of thanks.

"It's incredible that a human race can make so many demons thank Thanks to Dade."

"This is what he deserves, and not everyone will make his experience public."

"It's wicked enough. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe that there would be such a stunning person in this world."

The lords of the several royal families spoke with emotion.

"No need to be polite." Ling Xian smiled slightly, then turned her eyes to the Dragon King, showing the meaning of inquiry.

Seeing this, the Dragon King knew that he was asking about Mr. Jiu, and could not help but grin.

"Ok?"

Ling Xian frowned slightly, then turned her eyes to the crowd, and said, "The Supreme Soldiers have been refined, they are all dispersed."

It was said that the crowd left one after the other, leaving only the lords of those royal families who did not leave.

Before they came, they already knew Lingxian's plan, so they wanted to ask Mr. Jiu to take a shot.

"Mr. Jiu promised?" Ling Xian shifted her eyes to the Dragon King. The key to this battle is the close-knit person. If Mr. Jiu Ji is willing to take the shot, the demon star will have the hope of winning.

If this person is unwilling to take action, then it is troublesome.

"He wants to talk to you." Dragon King gave Ling Xian a deep look.

"Check with me?" Ling Xian Jianmei frowned slightly. "Where is Mr. Jiu?"

"Houshan, follow me." The Dragon King took the golden magic gun into his pocket, and then walked towards Houshan.

Ling Xian followed closely behind.

The lords of those royal families also followed.

A moment later, an elderly man in gray appeared in front of Ling Xian.

This man is ordinary in appearance and ordinary in temperament. Anyone who sees him will only associate him with the farmer. He never imagines that he is a close man without enemies.

"I've seen Mr. Jiu." The Dragon King politely saluted, as did the lords of several royal families.

Mr. Jiu is not only one of the most powerful people of the Wicked Star, but also one of the highest generations. Even the Lord of the Seven Royal Clan has to perform the junior ceremony.

Seeing this, Ling Xian also wanted to salute, but was stopped by Mr. Jiu.

"I'm just a master, I can't afford the worship of the great master." Mr. Jiu looked at Ling Xian with a smile, full of appreciation.

Seeing this, the lords of the several royal families have a bit of taste. They salute, Mr. Jiu accepts it, and Ling Xian sees the ceremony, but Mr. Jiu can't afford it.

This stark contrast naturally made them a little bit upset.

"Mr. Jiu is polite. Whether it is cultivation or seniority, you are above me." Ling Xian smiled lightly.

"But when it comes to instrumentation, I'm not as good as you."

Mr. Jiu laughed and said, "My identity at this moment is Master Qidao. In front of you, it should be my courtesy."

"This is a shame for the juniors." Ling Xian shook her head and smiled bitterly.

"I practiced for 1,500 years and have not yet become a great master. I did not expect that you could set foot in the realm of a great master at the age of two hundred."

"Also, it can be made into a Supreme Soldier."

Mr. Jiu sighed and said, "It's really the waves behind the Yangtze River that push the waves."

"Mr. Nine has won the prize, let's get it right."

Ling Xian took a smile and said, "Although I don't know the purpose of the foreign country, I can be sure that the picture must be very large, and I must not let it thrive."