Although Ning Fan is young, he is not stupid.

Hearing Ye Qiu's words, he immediately reacted, his eyes lit up, and he asked, "Senior, what do you mean is that I need to find a master to guide me in practicing?"

Ye Qiu smiled slightly: "You can teach me."

"The road to cultivation is to go against the will of heaven. If you want to go faster and farther, you must have a leader."

Ye Qiu paused and continued, "Of course, you should not be careless about finding a master, you must be cautious."

"If you get the guidance of a famous teacher, you will definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort; but if you become a mediocre teacher, you will not only not be able to help you, but may also lead you to a lot of detours."

Ning Fan smiled bitterly and said, "I understand what my senior said, but... I have never even walked out of this small island, so where can I find a famous teacher?"

When Ye Qiu heard this, he glanced at Changmei Zhenren silently, and Changmei Zhenren gave Ye Qiu a thumbs up.

Ye Qiu raised his lips slightly and said to Ning Fan: "Isn't there anything in front of you now?"

Ning Fan looked up at Ye Qiu, and a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, he knelt on the ground without hesitation, kowtowed seriously, and whispered: "Senior, I want to worship you as my teacher, and I hope you will not dislike your disciple's stupidity."

puff--

The long-browed real man picked up the teacup and took a sip. When he heard this, he sprayed it out directly. He stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open. What's going on?

"etc!"

The real man Changmei pointed at him and asked Ye Qiu: "Shouldn't this kid be my teacher? Little bastard, what are you doing?!"

Ye Qiu pretended to be surprised: "Old guy, why are you doing so excited? I didn't say I wanted to accept a disciple."

The beard of the long-browed real man was pissed off: "Then what did you mean just now? You imply that he was a disciple, but he worshiped you?"

Ye Qiu spread his hands and said innocently: "I just said 'There is a famous teacher in front of me', and I didn't say it was me."

"You--" Changmei Zhenren almost jumped.

Ning Fan knelt on the ground, looked up at Ye Qiu in a daze, then looked at Changmei Zhenren, and asked carefully: "Then...who should I worship for senior?"

The real person Changmei immediately straightened his back, stroked his long eyebrows, and put on an unfathomable posture: "Hehe, Xiaofan, I, you have a brilliant bones and are a genius of cultivation. If you worship me, I will pass on your supreme thunder method. In the future, it is no problem to achieve enlightenment and become an emperor!"

Ye Qiu followed and said, "The old thing is a congenital Taoist body, a peak powerhouse of the peerless Saint King. Although his combat power is not as good as me, his appearance is not as good as me, and his talent is not as good as me, he is also very powerful. It is also good to be a Taoist priest under his sect."

What, be a Taoist priest?

Ning Fan shook his head in his heart.

I don't want to be a Taoist priest.

I am the only seed of the Ning family, and I want to continue the incense for the Ning family.

Besides, shouldn’t you be the strongest one if you become a disciple?

Thinking of this, Ning Fan had already made a decision in his heart, and he kowtowed to Ye Qiu respectfully and said, "Senior, I still want to worship you as my teacher."

"Puff--" The real person with Changmei almost vomited blood.

This plot is wrong!

The real man Changmei jumped straight into an anxious moment and grabbed Ye Qiu's sleeve: "Little bastard, please explain it clearly to me!"

Ye Qiu spread his hands with an innocent look on his face: "Old guy, it's nothing to do with me, it's all chosen by the children themselves."

"Fart!" Changmei Zhenren was so angry that her beard curled up: "If you hadn't deliberately mislead him, how could he..."

"Senior." Ning Fan suddenly spoke, looking firmly at Changmei Zhenren, and said, "I am very grateful for your appreciation, but..."

"But what!" The long-browed real man stared at him.

Ning Fan took a deep breath and said sincerely: "But just now, Senior Ye has just drunk the divine power of repelling the heavenly tribulation. I will never forget it. If I can worship Senior Ye, I will have no regrets in this life."

The long-browed real man was speechless and his old face turned red.

Seeing this, Ye Qiu coughed lightly: "Old guy, why not like this..."

"How is it?" Changmei Zhenren looked at Ye Qiu vigilantly.

"How about letting this child take me as his teacher first, and when you turn back, you will teach him the thunder method?" Ye Qiu's eyes flashed with cunning, and he said, "Anyway, you have to find a successor for your thunder method, right?"

"Little bastard, are you stupid? You accept your disciples and ask me to pass on the Dharma. Are you shameless?" The Changmei Zhenren's face turned green, and then his eyes turned, and suddenly he laughed: "In this way, let's make a bet!"

"Oh?" Ye Qiu raised his eyebrows.

"Let this kid choose by himself, you are not allowed to mislead him anymore!" Changmei Zhenren straightened his back and said, "I will show my true strength and let him see who is more suitable to be his master?"

"Boy, do you think this is OK?" Changmei Zhenren asked Ning Fan.

Ning Fan looked at Ye Qiu.

"I think the old guy's proposal is good. Since he wants to show it, let him show it!" Ye Qiu said: "As for who to choose to be the master in the end, Xiaofan, you decide for yourself."

"Okay...right!" Ning Fan whispered.

"This is almost the same." As soon as Changmei Zhenren finished speaking, his momentum suddenly surged, and lightning flashed all over his body.

Ning Fan looked at Changmei Zhenren in surprise.

The long-browed real man stomped his feet suddenly, and the sky and the earth trembled.

"Boy, I'm sure!"

The Changmei Zhenren then shouted loudly and pinched his hands: "The world is in the most extreme, the universe is borrowed, and the thunder god is manifested!"

"Boom!"

A hole suddenly cracked open thousands of feet high, and a huge Thunder God Technique appeared and disappeared. The terrifying pressure shocked the world.

Ning Fan was stunned and his legs became weak unconsciously.

this……

What a powerful Taoist method.

Although he had broken through the realm of a saint, Ning Fan only felt as weak as an ant in front of this Dharma image.

The long-browed real man glanced at Ye Qiu with a smug look, and his eyes were clearly saying: Boy, have you seen it? This boy has been stunned by me.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qiu just smiled lightly and snapped his fingers casually.

"Bang!"

Amid the crisp sound, the amazingly powerful Thunder God Dharma image suddenly froze, and then it shattered inch by "pop" like a bubble until it dissipated without a trace.

Changmei Real Person: "…"

Ning Fan: "!!!"

"Old thing." Ye Qiu said slowly: "It's not good to show off in front of the child. What if he is scared?"

The long-browed real person's face was as dark as a pot. He was about to have an attack, but Ning Fan knelt in front of Ye Qiu with a "thump".

"Master is here, please accept a prayer from my disciple!"

This time, Ning Fan directly performed the ceremony of kneeling three times and knocking nine times, and his forehead was thudding loudly.

The old face of Changmei Zhenren completely collapsed, staring at Ye Qiu angrily, wishing to swallow Ye Qiu in one bite.

Ye Qiu held back his smile, pretended to be serious and helped Ning Fan up, and said, "Get up, from today on, you will be my disciple."

"Thank you, Master!" Ning Fan's eyes were so excited that he turned red.

"Slow down!" The long-browed real man suddenly rushed forward, grabbed Ning Fan's sleeve, and said, "Boy, have you figured it out clearly? I admit that although the little bastard is a bit powerful, he can't teach his disciples at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful aura filled the world.
Chapter completed!