The chariot is luxurious and resplendent, with a golden dragon relief appearing on it, shining brightly.

At this time, an old man stepped down from the chariot. He had an immortal spirit, white beard and hair, and was dressed in a gray robe. He looked very extraordinary.

He looked calmly, looked at Su Changqing, and said: "This little friend, I am a member of the Fang family. My young master would like to invite the girl next to you to come to the car for a chat. If it is convenient, can you give me a thin noodles?"

The old man's words sounded like he was discussing, but his tone did not imply any request. Instead, he was giving orders.

This made Su Changqing frown, and this old man was nothing.

This is an honest and fair way to humiliate him.

Just imagine, you are out with your maid, and suddenly someone asks your maid to go to his carriage to have a little alone time together. Isn't this insulting?

Su Changqing's expression turned cold. He looked at the old man and said, "Sorry, it's very inconvenient."

Nu'er also looked ugly. Although she was young, she was very knowledgeable. The old man looked kind-hearted, but what he said was unpleasant.

Moreover, she didn’t know the young man in the chariot, so why should he go to the chariot? Did he think he was his young master?

Hearing Su Changqing's words, the old man's face darkened. He looked at Su Changqing and said softly: "You don't know how to praise!"

He was so condescending that he didn't even want to look at Su Changqing. In his eyes, Su Changqing was just like an ant with mud legs. If he hadn't been in Taiyin Mountain and didn't know how to appreciate him, he would have slapped him.

Shoot to death.

Su Changqing smiled coldly and did not speak, but met the man's gaze. Although this old man was extraordinary, he was only at the Yuan Shen realm, the highest of the Yuan Shen realm.

If he really takes action, Su Changqing is not afraid of him. Moreover, the young man in the chariot is only in the psychic realm. If he controls the young man immediately, the old man will obey him obediently.

Su Changqing dismissed the old man's condescension. He had seen many such people, and most of them were self-proclaimed nobles.

"Haha, the Fang family is really domineering. Are you bullying people here again?" Just when the atmosphere of the confrontation between the two sides was depressing, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the distance.

I saw a young man carrying a long sword on his back, walking in the air, and stopped above the heads of the old man and the chariot, standing impartially in the void above their heads.

"Ling Wushuang, take your stinky feet away!" The old man's face was gloomy. Although the other party was stronger than him and had already half-stepped into the true martial arts realm, he actually stepped on his young master's head at this time, which made him furious.

Although this person is not from the Ancient Clan, he has a weird master who is so powerful that even the Ancient Clan does not want to provoke him.

Therefore, this Ling Wushuang acted without scruples and was very annoying. He once treated the children of the ancient clan like dirt, made rude remarks and provoked many times.

Later, the young masters of several ancient clans joined forces to deal with him, but this man was so shameless that he refused to come out of his master's dojo, and even cursed several people in the dojo.

In the end, several young masters got angry and bombarded the dojo. As you can imagine, they were beaten by the bastard master and then thrown out of the dojo.

After this incident, Ling Wushuang not only did not restrain himself, but became even more arrogant. As long as he saw any young master of the ancient clan who didn't like him, he would mock him with cold eyes, and even threatened to do things that no one in the world would dare to do, just to attack the ancient clan.

This gave several major ancient tribes in the East a headache, but the opponent's master, Lao Laizi, was a crazy devil who protected his calf, and he was even more of a Lao Lai, leaving the major ancient tribes with nothing to do.

The old man did not expect that this person would appear in the Taiyin Mountains at this time, which gave him a headache.

"Smelly feet? Haha, old guy, how do you know my feet are smelly? Have you smelled them secretly?" Ling Wushuang laughed.

"Vulgar!" the old man snorted coldly.

"Haha, I am just a vulgar person. It is better than you ancient tribes who use your power to bully others. Isn't it because there has been an immortal in the family? You rely on the shadow of your ancestors to swagger through the market. People who don't know think you are the ones who became immortals!" Ling Wushuang

sneered.

Then, he looked at Su Changqing and said, "Brother, just leave. If this old guy dares to stop you, I will chop off his head!"

"Brother is so awesome!" Nu'er gave Ling Wushuang a thumbs up.

"Haha, it's easy to say, my favorite thing is to yell when there is injustice on the road!" Ling Wushuang laughed loudly.

"Thank you, brother." Su Changqing hugged him, then gave the old man a cold look, and flew towards Taiyin Mountain with his slave.

The old man's face was gloomy. The way Su Changqing looked at him just now made him very unhappy, but now that Ling Wushuang was here, he didn't dare to mess around.

Although the other party did not dare to really hurt his young master, if his young master was defeated, he, an old slave, would no longer need to live.

"Hey, old man, are you quite tolerant?" Ling Wushuang couldn't help laughing when he saw that the other party did not pursue him.

"Ling Wushuang, can you protect him for the rest of his life? You can't protect the person my young master likes." The old man said a harsh word and turned to leave.

The old man did not meet him, but turned around, entered the chariot, and drove away.

"I don't dare to say for the rest of my life whether I can guarantee it or not. At least I won't let you succeed now." Ling Wushuang smiled, and then continued to fly unhurriedly over the chariot, always above their heads.

This made the old man upset. This time he escorted his young master to Taiyin Mountain, but at this time there was a pair of smelly feet hanging above his head. He didn't care, but how could the young master with a body of thousands of gold endure such a great humiliation?

"Ling Wushuang, you really go too far!" The old man asked several strange beasts to slow down, trying to distance themselves from each other.

But Ling Wushuang laughed and actually slowed down, always flying above their heads.

"Mr. Kun, why would you lose your identity by being on the same level as him?" The young man closed his eyes and spoke softly.

Hearing this, the old man looked shocked and said, "Young Master taught me this lesson."

Afterwards, the old man ignored Ling Wushuang and drove the chariot on his own.

After a while, Ling Wushuang felt bored, cursed and left quickly.

This made the old man almost go crazy, but the young man seemed to be fine, but there was a cold light in his eyes.

At this time, Su Changqing and Nu'er were getting closer and closer to Taiyin Mountain. Many cultivators appeared on the mountains on both sides.

They all sat cross-legged on some mountain tops, closing their eyes and meditating.

Some even had weeds growing on their heads, but they still sat there cross-legged and motionless.

"Master, look what's wrong with that man. A bird pooped on his head and he didn't react." The slave saw a pooping bird standing above the head of a cultivator, covered his mouth and laughed.

"He should be enlightening. Once he begins to enlighten, his body will enter a magical state. If he is not in danger, he will not be able to feel the outside world at all." Su Changqing explained.

"Master, they are here again!"
Chapter completed!