I regard you as a friend, but you want to regard me as a teacher?
What's more, as the crown prince of the Hongxing Chamber of Commerce, he has countless masters around him. Even the cultivators guarding the gate outside are also strong in the spiritual palace.
He is just a spiritual cultivator, how can he be so virtuous?
Before Fang Lin could say anything, the bustling Fengxian Pavilion suddenly fell silent.
Even the dancing singer stopped in mid-air.
They all looked in the direction of Box 1, full of admiration for Fang Lin.
It turned out that Wan Qingshan spoke much louder because of his drinking. After he said that he wanted to become a disciple, everyone in Fengxian Pavilion heard clearly.
"Oh my God! Did I hear wrongly?"
Some practitioners think so in their hearts.
Similarly, some practitioners were so shocked that they could fit several eggs into their mouths.
How powerful is this Fang Lin? Not only can Wan Qingshan travel thousands of miles to come to his rescue, but he also wants to worship him as his teacher?
With the conditions of Wanqing Mountain, as long as you open your mouth and look at the entire immortal world, you don't know how many cultivators want to squeeze into the Hongxing Chamber of Commerce.
You know, the Hongxing Chamber of Commerce is different from the Zongmen family.
Entering it means inexhaustible cultivation resources.
It can be said that as long as you step into the Hongxing Chamber of Commerce, it is equivalent to stepping half-foot into the realm of the Spirit Emperor.
After coming back to his senses, Fang Lin put down the wine glass in his hand and said: "Master Wan, my abilities are limited when it comes to becoming your master, so I'm afraid I can't agree to it!"
certainly.
This is just rhetoric.
At the beginning, Fang Lin was the most powerful in the world. Although his cultivation has been completely lost now, he is more than enough to teach a spiritual cultivator.
However, what he was thinking about now was Ren Yufei and Feng Yinxue, so how could he still have the energy to train a disciple?
Seeing Fang Lin's unwillingness, Wanqingshan couldn't help but sigh softly, and said leisurely: "To be honest, the battle with Qin Tianzhu in the Chongxian Secret Realm gave me a sudden enlightenment and benefited a lot. It's because of this
, I want to worship you as my teacher!"
This time, Wan Qingshan spoke much softer.
However, Fengxian Pavilion, which was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop, was like a thunder being dropped.
Everyone's pupils shrank for a while, and they looked at their box in shock.
Who is Qin Tianyou?
That is the number one genius in the fairy world!
At such a young age, he is a rising star who has defeated countless practitioners of his generation.
There are even rumors that Chaotian Sect wants to train him to become the pillar of the next generation.
And Fang Lin actually fought against such a person. Listening to Wan Qingshan's wishes, he still doesn't fall behind?
It turns out that Fang Lin is already strong enough to compete with the most outstanding geniuses from the eight major sects?
In fact, they didn't know that except for Qin Tianyou, almost all the geniuses who met Fang Lin were swept to the ground by Fang Lin.
Only Qin Tianzhu could compete with him.
Fang Lin was unknowingly surprised, waved his hand and said: "You can have an epiphany, that's your understanding, it has nothing to do with me!"
Fang Lin is right in saying this.
All breakthroughs are the result of accumulation.
Wan Qingshan just happened to see their battle that day.
In other words, even if it was not him but other cultivators who were fighting that day, Wanqingshan would still be able to break through.
Unexpectedly, Wan Qingshan shook his head and disagreed with Fang Lin's words.
He raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
After burping, he said leisurely: "To be honest, in order to improve my strength in the past two years, my father has arranged for me many teachers, including many powerful Spirit Emperors, but the results have been very little!"
"On the contrary, in the Chongxian Secret Realm, the two times I met you, my strength
I have improved a lot, and it is precisely because of this that I take the liberty to come here and ask you to be my teacher!"
After saying this, Wan Qingshan saw that Fang Lin was silent and said quickly: "Don't worry, as long as you become my teacher, you can use the things from the Chamber of Commerce as you like!"
This sentence is equivalent to giving Fang Lin a golden mountain.
If it were any other cultivator, I'm afraid he would have agreed without even thinking about it.
However, Fang Lin never nodded.
Seeing this, Wan Qingshan drank the wine in his glass again and explained his difficulties.
It turned out that his father's health was deteriorating and he could only support the Hongxing Chamber of Commerce for less than twenty years.
In the past twenty years, if Wan Qingshan fails to meet the conditions to take over the Hongxing Chamber of Commerce, after his father passes away, Wan Qingshan will face exploitation from countless eight major sects and many families in the business world.
After all, Hongxing Chamber of Commerce controls the lifeblood of countless people.
If it falls into the hands of a cultivator who is not strong enough, it will only bring disaster to that person that no one can save.
Of course, the people in Fengxian Tower did not hear these words.
When I drank that glass of wine in Wanqing Mountain, the guards of the Hongxing Chamber of Commerce had already wrapped up the entire box.
When Fang Lin finished listening, he couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart.
Sure enough, rich people also have their own worries.
The father of Wan Qingshan was thinking about his son's future twenty years ahead of his time. It can be said that he was far-sighted.
Fang Lin put away what he was thinking, and just as he was about to talk, he found that Wan Qingshan was already drunk and lying on the table.
In his mouth, he was still murmuring something like "You must promise me."
After hearing this, Fang Lin had goosebumps all over his body.
He used his fairy power to eliminate the smell of alcohol on his body and slowly stood up.
Looking at Wan Qingshan who was drunk, Fang Lin couldn't help but sigh.
Logically speaking, this mere brewing is not suitable for cultivators who will not get drunk.
Wan Qingshan was able to get drunk so quickly, presumably because he was under too much pressure and had no one to talk to.
"Have a good sleep, little fat man!"
Fang Lin smiled calmly, strode away from Fengxian Pavilion, and headed towards the Zhang family.
He was still thinking about the injured Le Wenyao.
I don’t know what happened to that girl.
After walking out of Box 1, a thunderous sound came from the entire Fengxian Pavilion.
Everyone watched Fang Lin leave, their eyes full of admiration.
This man looks to be in his late twenties.
But today, not only did he destroy the entire Xiao family, but even the prince of Wanqingshan, the Hongxing Chamber of Commerce, wanted to worship him as his disciple.
He is the pride of Xianwucheng!
I recall that when most of them were in their twenties, they were still bragging with their friends.
Fang Lin, on the other hand, has already become famous in one battle. Even if he is said to be famous all over the world, it is not an exaggeration.
Stepping out of Fengxian Pavilion, it was getting late, a gust of evening wind blew, and Fang Lin couldn't help but shiver.
It’s the beginning of autumn.
The weather has gotten a lot cooler.
Fang Lin raised his head. There was a full moon hanging high tonight, and there were no stars. The full moon felt quite lonely.
"A cloudless mirror mirrors Kyushu, and the most reunion night is the Mid-Autumn Festival!"
Fang Lin sighed in his heart and couldn't help but murmured, in one month it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the lovesickness in his heart surged like a tide at this moment.
Those old friends who are far away from home, how are they?
Tomorrow today, can he take his two lovers back to the Blue Star where he lives day and night?
Thinking of this, Fang Lin couldn't help but sigh and continued walking on the dark street.
His figure is obviously just a young man, but it contains the vicissitudes of time and a sense of story...
