Old Yan looked at Feng Chenglin with an idiot's eyes: "Have you heard of Mei Dieshan?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What does this look mean?

Is it a big deal to know that a mountain is not right?

"Medi Mountain is the highest mountain in the gods... don't you know?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

I understand!

Do people want to look at him with that look?

"That... I suddenly remembered that it was called Medishan..."

He glanced at Ling Luoyu with some embarrassment, and coughed twice with a smile.

"This master lives in the mountains... This is also written in the opera, right..."

"But no one has seen the God on Mount Medi!"

Old Yan's expression was slightly strange. After taking a sip of wine, he sootheed a little.

"To be honest, when I was young, I also visited Mount Medi, but I paid homage to him, hoping to be favored by Star Lord and become a disciple of his... Unfortunately, I have been wandering Mount Medi for a year.

, I didn't see any trace of Xingjun..."

worship?

disciple?

When I was young!

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin looked at each other quietly, and curled their lips quietly.

No wonder he believed so firmly that it was Xingjun who took action, it turned out that there was such a relationship...

"In the Medi Mountain, there are many people who hope to be favored by the Star Lord and become the worshipers of his disciples, but unfortunately... except for a bunch of young people with the same purpose, there is no news about him... a year later,

My heart died, so I came back!”

Ling Luoyu suddenly frowned and murmured thoughtfully: "Old Yan, do you think... could it be... in the ancient Miao family that day, there was such a man with a very good bones and a martial arts genius...

Xingjun was in the eyes of the eye and wanted to take him as a disciple, so he... captured him?"

“…”

This time, not only Mr. Yan, but also Feng Chenglin looked at her in surprise.

Is this girl's brain a trick?

Can such a weird idea come out?

If the temple was really a genius with a genius with a brilliant bones, Xingjun would have already started, so how could he wait until now?

Besides, what kind of talented genius is worthy of the extraordinary existence like Xingjun, and he will do it himself?

What's the picture?

Can the temple be transformed into the world or subvert the world?

Ling Luoyu thrust his lips: "That's... the world is so big, everything is strange, I... I just thought about it casually..."

“…”

Old Yan shook his head speechlessly and suddenly looked at Feng Chenglin.

Looking at his eyes, it seemed as if he was questioning Feng Chenglin's head, and it suddenly came to Ling Luoyu.

Feng Chenglin expressed his innocence.

Isn't this his idea?

It was Ling Luoyu who wanted to find out the whereabouts and news of Xingjun, so he secretly followed Mr. Yan, and ambushed in advance on the road where he might appear, and created a chance encounter, and also set up a red-faced character setting.

How did this come to an end? It seemed that he was contagious as a plague!

"Not anyone can do Xingjun's disciples, and... how could he come forward in person to accept someone as his disciple?" Old Yan gritted his teeth with some hatred, and his facial features were slightly ferocious.

If this is the case, it would be so embarrassing to him!!

Those who come to your door will be disciples, but they just won’t accept them.

Now, I do it myself and capture disciples all over the world?

Obviously not understandable!

"By the way, you two have inquired so clearly... You can't just want to go to Medishan and find Xingjun, right?"
Chapter completed!