"What should I do? Brother Tianming made a three-year appointment with that bad guy."

Ling Xian'er's eyes were full of anxiety: "Dad, think of a solution..."

"I... I can't even beat Sun Yan, what can I do..." Emperor Xuan stroked his beard, but his expression was a little mysterious: "But... I, a stupid apprentice, have a chance. Although his previous martial arts were relatively shallow, his foundation was solid and mysterious. Obviously, after being taught by the masters... After investigation from multiple sources, I have confirmed that the Taoist You Fang who taught him martial arts was the former Zui Taoist!"

"Zui Taoist, who is so careless and unconscious, the world is full of wine and meat?"

Ling Xian'er's eyes lit up: "This senior is the fourth in the martial arts list, and unlike the first three, he is the only casual cultivator. If he is from a better background, he may not be able to compete with the leader of the Tianjian Sect, the Divine Monk and the Demon Emperor."

Zui Taoist is an idol of all casual cultivators.

"yes!"

Emperor Xuan obviously knew more than Ling Xian'er: "It's a pity... Tianming's chance is not enough, and he did not set a master and apprenticeship with Taoist Zui. Otherwise, with this support, what would a mere Junshan Sect be worth?"

Although they are all masters on the martial arts list, the top ten gods are in a completely different state from the latter.

"But... Dad, you have accepted him as a registered disciple..."

Ling Xian'er's eyes lit up, and she suddenly smiled and clapped her hands: "It seems that there is no rule that you can't worship two masters!"

"Good daughter, your elbow is turning outward..."

Emperor Xuan was about to continue teasing a few more words, but suddenly his expression changed and he looked at the roof: "Since my friend is here, why should he hide his head and show me!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a big hole was broken on the roof, and a man in black drifted down very slowly.

"Zheng Xuan? Hand over the "Xuan Tian Secret Book" and spare you all the time!"

A strange sound came, as if it was old and young. Lingxian'er felt depressed when she heard it, and wanted to vomit blood.

"Do you want my Dajiang League's Town School Treasure Book?"

Emperor Xuan was shocked and angry: "Dream! Eighteen rows of cloud hands!"

While yelling angrily, he slapped out his hands, making the storm and clouds, very chic.

At the same time, a gentle force also wrapped around Lingxian'er and quickly left the battlefield.

"It's a pity... useless!"

When the man in black faced this, he simply raised his right hand, clenched his five fingers, and fell down with one punch.

Boom!

The attic exploded, and Emperor Xuan's face changed bitterly: "God..."
Chapter completed!