Naturally, it is because of his otherworldly appearance. It is said that there is a ranking list of beautiful men among the people, and he ranks first.
Legend has it that his smile once caused a famous witch from the Demon Cult to lose her mind instantly, and then committed suicide with a knife.
He also once entered the hinterland of a demon soldier and came out safely, because the demon soldier was fascinated by his beauty and couldn't bear to swing a knife or stick at him, and there was a legend...
The simple coachman told many legends about him, and each legend was related to the beauty of Fengjian Liuxiang, which made Wu Jiuzi deeply suspect that the Fengjian priest was the reincarnation of Su Daji, a male version of the vixen...
"So this priest relies on his beauty to defeat his enemies?" Wu Jiuzi was a little disdainful.
A grown man conquers the world not with his wisdom or ability, but with his face, which makes her look down upon.
Especially when she thought that this handsome man would become the slave of other women in the future, and might even kill his savior and junior sister without mercy, she felt even more unhappy——
"How could it be?!" The simple coachman couldn't tolerate the slightest slighting of his idol, and immediately raised his eyebrows: "Priest Kazama didn't just rely on his appearance! His talent is also the highest, and he ranks among the top two.
He is highly regarded by the master. He is the youngest among the eight priests. He is only twenty-two years old, but his fighting power has reached the level of Dou Zun, which is higher than his master. He is about to catch up with the two masters! In this world
Yes, you don’t have to know who the head of Jiuhua Sect is, but you should definitely know Priest Fengjian..."
The simple coachman's impassioned speech was filled with the deepest respect for this Kazama priest.
Wu Jiuzi glanced at him: "So, you have seen him?"
This sentence poked at the coachman's weakness, and he paused: "Priest Kazama is not someone who can be seen by idlers... However, I did see him once... a heavenly being!" Although he was just a person.
I saw a blurry figure from a distance...
Well, this Kazama priest sounds quite divine...
Well, only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle. If she inquired more about his deeds, it would be easier for her to think of the next strategy to change the tragic fate she already knew——
"This priest must have had many apprentices, right?" She had to know how many potential enemies she had.
The simple coachman shook his head: "No, no. He didn't take any disciples."
"Ah? Since he is so strong, why doesn't he accept a disciple? Isn't he qualified to accept a disciple?"
"That's not true. When he was sixteen, he had already reached the level of Dou Zun and became a ritual and music priest. He was able to independently recruit disciples. But - he couldn't." The simple coachman continued to gossip.
"Why can't I accept it?" Wu Jiuzi raised his eyebrows, and suddenly his heart moved: "Is it possible that his requirements for accepting disciples are too high?"
The simple coachman continued to shake his head: "No. His criteria for selecting disciples are very average. However, there are no real elite disciples who want to worship him."
"Why?" Could it be that he was a broken sleeve? Wu Jiuzi guessed unkindly.
The simple coachman let out a long sigh: "He is really too good! He is almost every woman's dream lover, so those girls who are qualified to be his disciples don't want to be his disciples..."
"This is strange. Since they like him, why can't they accept him as their teacher? Isn't it better to be under his disciple and get along with him day and night?" Wu Jiuzi was even more confused.
The simple coachman gave her a strange look: "Where did you, little girl, come from? How could you say such rebellious words?!