The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud

This old fellow who looked like a beggar had a faint aura.

But no one would doubt that he was a peerless master.

It was common for ordinary cultivators to fly with swords, knives, and spears.

It was quite rare to fly with such a huge wine gourd.

There was also a saying in the world of immortal cultivation that the more bizarre the weapon, the faster the person would die.

And just now, the collapse of the Qiling Tower caused Chen Jinshi to fly out without any resistance. The person who was guarding Yu Ningyao at this time was obviously this old fellow.

The whole square quietly quieted down at this moment.

Even the battle between the black-clothed men and the remaining disciples of Huayang Sect in the distance stopped tacitly.

Ordinary people were somewhat confused about the origin of this old fellow.

At this time, Su Jingzhe's heart was instantly nervous.

He originally thought that the person who caused all this was Shuangjiang, but he didn't expect it to be a strange old fellow.

His eyes subconsciously looked in the direction of Shuangjiang.

He saw that Shuangjiang was watching all this with a calm face at this moment.

It seemed that he didn't have any expression.

He was confused again, and couldn't understand what Shuangjiang meant.

But Shuangjiang was his thigh after all, and now that his thigh was calm, he was not panicked either.

He watched silently how all this would develop.

After all, he still had unparalleled confidence in Shuangjiang.

While all parties were cautiously looking at the sloppy old man sitting on the wine gourd, Ning Yao in the ruins of the Qiling Tower slowly came back to her senses.

She was also extremely nervous, and she was also staring at the old man in the sky.

But before Ning Yao could speak, the old man smiled and asked, "Little girl, are you willing to worship me as your master?"

Hearing this, Ning Yao was still stunned, but the hearts of the people around her were instantly horrified.

The old man asked such a question as soon as he came, obviously seeing Ning Yao's peerless talent.

But this is understandable.

After all, on the land of Qingzhou, it is afraid that there has not been such a single-attribute earth-grade spiritual root for many years.

Even whether Ning Yao's spiritual root is earth-grade or heaven-grade, the people in front of him can't tell clearly.

This is too terrifying. Which strong man would not be tempted?

Cultivators who have reached a certain level of cultivation always want to pass on their legacy.

Every good seedling is no less than a rare treasure in the eyes of these powerful cultivators.

When this old guy was talking, Cao Qing, the deputy leader of the Huayang branch, didn't even dare to breathe.

Cultivators like him who have reached the foundation building stage can faintly feel the horror of this old man.

When the other party's breath is not obvious, they can't detect it at all. What does this mean?

This means that the other party is at least in the late Jindan stage, or even directly a Yuanying old monster.

Foundation building cultivators may be able to dominate among the bottom cultivators in a small place like Linjiang City.

But in front of the Yuanying old monster, they are just ants that can be killed in a snap of a finger.

If the other party is really a Yuanying old monster, and the other party wants to take Ning Yao as a disciple, he will not only dare not stop it, but even try his best to reduce his presence.

However, what everyone never expected was that Ning Yao suddenly shook his head at this time.

"Please forgive me, senior. Ning Yao already has a teacher."

As soon as these words came out, everyone who was paying attention to this side was once again in an uproar.

"Even if this old guy is not in the Nascent Soul stage, he is at least a powerful Jindan cultivator.

This little girl is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. She actually dared 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, who is at the second level of Qi Refining?"

"The second level of Qi Refining? Are you blind? Don't you see the miserable Chen Jinshi on the ground?

This thing has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger."

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Ignoring the discussion of the crowd.

At this time, Su Jingzhe was very relieved, but he couldn't help but be a little nervous.

He didn't know what kind of cultivation the old guy on the wine gourd in front of him had.

But Frost was there, and he was still calm.

Sure enough, when he heard Ning Yao's words.

The sloppy old man raised his eyebrows slightly, and the smile on his face seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then he smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Who is your teacher? When I take his head, you won't have a teacher anymore, right?"

When these words came out, Su Jingzhe felt his heart pounding.

Damn it, this is not the way to play.

There is no rule in the world of immortal cultivation that there can only be one master and one apprentice.

And what kind of master is the enlightenment teacher?

Even if it is, it doesn't prevent Ning Yao from worshipping more masters.

Hearing the words of this old guy, Ning Yao's face turned pale instantly.

At first, she was nervous and subconsciously wanted to go to Su Jingzhe.

But now she doesn't dare.

She is afraid that this old guy will really kill Su Jingzhe.

The little girl must be a little tormented in her heart.

"Hehe, how about it, little girl, do you still have a teacher now?"

Ning Yao pursed her lips and didn't say anything, but her expression was a little stubborn.

"Senior Jiuchi, why do you have to make things so difficult for a little girl?

With your cultivation and reputation, if you want to accept a disciple, the saints and saintesses of the big sects in Qingzhou will probably line up to worship you as their master.

Why do you have to go to a remote place to find a little girl who knows nothing?"

When the atmosphere on the square became extremely strange and a little depressing.

A voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.

But they were shocked to find that it was Luo Yuebai, the handsome man holding the folding fan.

When he said this, he walked towards Ning Yao.

And before the old man in the sky could respond.

Feng Qingya, who came to her senses, also walked towards that side in a charming manner.

"Yes, who doesn't know the name of Senior Jiuchi?

It doesn't seem good to embarrass a little girl."

When they walked to a position about ten feet in front of Ning Yao, Luo Yuebai and Feng Qingya stopped.

This distance was the respect they gave to the old man.

The sloppy old man, who was called Jiuchi by the two, narrowed his eyes slightly.

He first glanced at the charming Feng Qingya, and then his eyes touched the white-haired old man who was following behind him.

He smiled again: "Jubao Pavilion.

Haha, Jubao Pavilion, why don't you do your business properly? How can you have the time to care about my business?"

When he said this, his tone was a little contemptuous.

It's not surprising that the people of Jubao Pavilion recognized him.

Although Jiuchi didn't seem to be willing to give him face.

Hearing this, Feng Qingya's face changed slightly.

She had also seen that before the collapse of the Qiling Tower, there seemed to be a faint green light flashing.

If it is really a heavenly spiritual root, his Jubao Pavilion must fight for it.

After a moment of silence, the royal blue ring on Feng Qingya's finger flashed.

He suddenly took out a dark and simple token in his hand.

It seemed to be engraved with a word "wind".

"If the junior uses this token to represent the person, please give in, senior?"