"Not hindrance." Xuan Yu didn't care about him, but said lightly: "You can live in my Fengxianju tonight."

Lesang said nothing, but Chu Yun and Yunguan looked at her, looking forward to her nodding.

The inn is full of those things, and it is so wonderful to have a place to accommodate them now.

The whole city should be the safest home of the high priest.

"Okay." Seeing the two of them expecting to live in Fengxianju, Lesang naturally had no reason to refuse, so he responded in one go.

But in my heart, I was not as relieved as they did.

Instead, it became more dull.

Looking up at the lanterns around him, Lesang had a vague premonition.

At night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the cool breeze is blowing.

After dinner, Xuan Yu first "settled" Chu Yun and Yunguan and called Lesang to the secret room.

"Master Xuanyu, is there anything wrong?" Lesang wore a plain white dress and put down his hair dressed as a man. His face was elegant and charming without makeup, which was a little bit in line with the coldness of her body.

Xuan Yu glanced at her, her eyes were slightly bright, and she smiled softly, "I didn't expect that my disciple was such a beautiful woman."

"In another twenty years, I will be an old lady with a wrinkled face. It cannot be compared with Master Xuanyu." Le Sang replied meaningfully, staring at him with his eyes fixed on him.

This person has lived for hundreds of years, but he still maintains such a look and is so immortal, which is really envious of others.

"There is no need to envy you as your teacher. As long as you are willing to work hard, in another hundred years, you will still be like this." Xuan Yu would not understand what she meant. She smiled deeper, but her words were particularly serious.

"I'd like to ask the master to point out the clear road." Lesang immediately looked serious.

Before becoming a disciple, this person said that he would help her become stronger, and a magic beast inner alchemy could not satisfy her at all.

As long as she can make her stronger, she will do whatever she wants.

Xuan Yu nodded, put his hands behind him, and his words were profound and distant: "A teacher can do only by pointing out a clear path for you.

As a teacher, what is the highest level of cultivation you know?”

The highest level of cultivation?

Lesang frowned.

In the Dongyuan Kingdom and the Yin Kingdom, the most well-known ones are Dongfang Liyuan and Ling Xuehan.

I have never heard of any other person who is particularly powerful.

But even if the two of them have reached the northwest, they are nothing, otherwise Dongfang Liyuan would not be trapped in the Wanhua Forest.

Ling Xuehan, I don’t know where he is, and I may have died in the dense forest.

So, she was really embarrassed to say the cultivation of these two people.

However, there is one rumor...

Thinking of this, Lesang's eyes lit up, and he picked off the flute placed on his waist and raised it, and said with a gaze: "I heard that someone used this flute to command plants and trees to destroy hundreds of thousands of troops with one person's strength. Is this kind of cultivation very powerful, right?"

However, Xuan Yu burst into laughter when she heard her words, shook her head, and nodded again, "Awesome, the profession of summoner is indeed very powerful for many people.

However, destroying a few hundred thousand troops is nothing."

Summoner also has levels, and destroying hundreds of thousands of humans is undoubtedly very low-level.

Lesang suddenly became stiff. Isn’t it anything?
Chapter completed!