[Chapter 462 I Don’t Know You]

This exasperated voice was the voice of the old man Jiuxian.

The old man’s voice also made Yang Yiyu and Zhanqing people unable to fight. The two fought and competed, and the winner was still undecided. It can be said that they were evenly matched.

Of course, there was no hatred or resentment, that is, a fight where one did not accept the other, and there was no real fight. If it was a real fight, there might not be a draw.

In short, after a contest, both sides saw the strength of the other and had a kind of mutual respect.

Yang Yiyu considered himself a cultivator, higher than the ancient warriors, and rarely really treated that person as a dish among the ancient warriors.

Zhanqing people were born in Kunlun and were the leader of the ten evildoers. They were also arrogant and boundless. They did not regard that person as an opponent. Not to say that they were arrogant, but they were also the ones who did not accept anyone.

In the contest with Yang Yiyu, he understood what his master said before going down the mountain. The ancient martial arts world has never lacked geniuses. There are not only fish that surface, but also dragons hidden deep under the water.

I really got to know Yang Yiyu again.

When the dust settled, the figure of the old man who was a drunkard appeared.

At this time, the old man who was a drunkard was covered in dust and looked at Yang Yiyu and Zhanqingren.

It was obvious that the old man was sleeping under a big rock. There was a large space under the huge rock, which was where he hid his wine. When Yang Yiyu arrived, he did not check it out and thought that the old man who was a drunkard had gone to the mountains.

I didn’t expect the old man to sleep under the rock!

As for whether he was really sleeping or not, Yang Yiyu was not sure.

I just felt that the old man who was a drunkard was very strange. He usually lay on the huge rock, but today he did go under the huge rock to sleep. I guess if the battle between him and Zhanqingren did not break the huge rock, he would not come out.

Yang Yiyu’s eyes have been observing Zhanqingren and the old man who was a drunkard, trying to see some clues from their faces.

The old man was still drunk as usual, but his face was filled with anger, as if he had really disturbed his sleep. His face was very dark, and it was impossible to tell whether he had seen the emotional fluctuations of Zhan Qingren, the Kunlun man, or not. It seemed that he had no feeling at all. In

contrast, Zhan Qingren’s reaction was much greater. Yang Yiyun observed that when the old man appeared, Zhan Qingren was shocked and quickly took out a painting from his arms and opened it to look at the painting in his hand. However, when he looked at the old man again, he seemed to be comparing something.

Zhan Qingren was indeed shocked. Before leaving, he took a portrait of Master Bo Lei Ting with him according to his master’s instructions. When he saw the old man in front of him for the first time, he was sure that it was his Master Bo Lei Ting.

Zhan Qingren had never seen Master Bo since he was a child, but he had seen the portrait. He also often heard his master Qingxuzi mention Master Bo Lei Ting’s deeds, so he was not unfamiliar with him.

There were nine brothers in his master’s generation. Lei Ting was the eldest brother, and his master Qingxuzi was the youngest brother. The age difference was also very large. When Zhan Qingren entered Kunlun, his master’s uncle Lei Ting had disappeared. Master’s uncle Lei Ting had disappeared for

a whole sixty years. He was only 32 years old this year and had never seen normal. However, the comparison between the aura of Kunlun’s skills and the portrait in his hand made Zhan Qingren immediately determine that the old man in front of him was his master’s uncle Lei Ting.

He was a person of high generation and high prestige in Kunlun

. Zhan Qingren was overjoyed immediately. His master’s cultivation had reached the ninth level of the innate state. He had long wanted to go into seclusion to attack the level, or to seek the method of the virtual realm above the innate state, and intended to teach Kunlun to lead himself.

Now if Master’s uncle Lei Ting existed, Kunlun’s position in the ancient martial arts world would not only not be shaken, but would be more solid. Even the biggest benefit was the problem of Master’s uncle’s current cultivation.

Everyone in Kunlun knew that Master Uncle Lei Ting disappeared in order to seek a breakthrough to the Xiantian realm. Now that he has disappeared for sixty years and reappeared, does this mean that Master Uncle has crossed the Xiantian realm and reached the legendary martial arts realm – the virtual realm?

Many people know that there is a virtual realm above the Xiantian, but knowing it is knowing, but no one has ever been able to explain clearly, how to break through the Xiantian Great Perfection?

How to cultivate the virtual realm above the Xiantian to reach the virtual realm.

And Master Uncle Lei Ting in front of him, whether it is his aura or realm cultivation, Zhanqing people can’t see through it at all, giving him a very mysterious and profound feeling.

Doesn’t this mean?

Master Uncle has reached the virtual realm?

If Master Uncle steps into the virtual realm, it will be a great blessing for Kunlun.

Zhanqing people know that in the forbidden area of Kunlun Tianchi, several generations of Kunlun elders who have reached the Xiantian Great Perfection have been trying to understand how to break through to the virtual realm, but unfortunately no one has succeeded.

Not to mention Kunlun, the same is true for several other ancient sects. Now if Master Uncle Lei Ting is in the virtual realm and has mastered how to break through the virtual realm, it is simply a top-notch event for Kunlun.

When thinking of this, Zhan Qingren trembled all over. He was excited.

Immediately, Zhan Qingren bowed down in front of the old man of the wine fairy and said excitedly: “Kunlun Qingxu, please sit down. Disciple Zhan Qingren greets Master Uncle~”

Yang Yiyu finally became nervous. Although the old man of the wine fairy did not admit that he was no longer crazy, Yang Yiyu felt that the old man of the wine fairy was already well.

Now that the disciples have come to find him, the old man of the wine fairy should leave and leave Yunmen.

While speaking, he was coaxing the old man of the wine fairy Yang Yiyu from the beginning to help him guard Yunmen. After several disasters, the old man of the wine fairy helped a lot. Once such a master leaves, the psychological pressure on Yunmen and him will be very great.

After nearly a year of getting along with each other, I really feel reluctant to part with the old drunkard. In fact, over the past few days, the two of us have been drinking and chatting, and we really seem like a pair of friends regardless of age. If the old drunkard suddenly leaves, I will really miss him.

But Yang Yiyun also understood that the old man Jiuxian was a master of Kunlun. He had helped him and Yunmen several times in the past year. He had no reason and could not be too selfish to keep him in Yunmen. Moreover, he could not keep the old man Jiuxian with his cultivation.

When Zhanqingren bowed down, Yang Yiyun sighed in his heart and had prepared himself mentally for the old man Jiuxian to leave.

However, at this time, the old man Jiuxian glanced at Zhanqingren and said, “Who are you, kid? Who is Lei Ting, who is your master uncle? I don’t know you, why are you bowing to me? Get up~” As he spoke, the old man Jiuxian helped Zhanqingren in the void, and Zhanqingren stood up involuntarily.

Yang Yiyun was not surprised by this scene, because he knew that the old man Jiuxian had surpassed the innate cultivation and was comparable to a golden elixir. He could lift Zhanqingren up with a casual wave of his hand.

For Zhanqingren, he was more certain that his master uncle had achieved the virtual realm. However

, after hearing what the master uncle said, he was dumbfounded.

What’s going on?

Why don’t you recognize me?

Zhan Qingren was shocked.

Yang Yiyu was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed. The old man Jiuxian was still insane.

“Master, you… I… I’m here to pick you up on the orders of my master. Please take a look. This is the portrait you left in the sect. Every member of Kunlun Sect has it.”

Zhan Qingren was anxious. He quickly opened the portrait in his hand and showed it to the old man Jiuxian. He was sure that the old man in front of him was his master, Lei Ting. The aura of Kunlun’s skills was correct, and they looked exactly the same.

But it seemed that Master didn’t know him at all, and he didn’t know you, Kunlun.

“Go away, what master uncle, my name is Jiuxian, and I’m the chief elder of Yunmen. Who knows you?” The old man Jiuxian grabbed the wine gourd and drank without even looking at Zhan Qingren. Then he was talking to himself.

This time, Zhan Qingren looked at Yang Yiyu with sharp eyes and said in a deep voice: “Yang Yiyu, what did you do to my uncle?” Zhan Qingren thought that Uncle was crazy and seemed to have forgotten Kunlun. It was very likely that Yang Yiyu had done something to Uncle, or used some means to control Uncle.

Yang Yiyu could understand Zhan Qingren’s feelings to some extent, but he would not pay attention. He narrowed his eyes and said: “You should be responsible for what you say, old Jiuxian, oh no, it’s my Yunmen elder, I picked him up in the mountains, and he has always been like this. In other words, I took him in. What can I do to him? He volunteered to be the elder of my Yunmen. Besides, think about it with your brain. What can I do to him with the elder’s cultivation?”

“Humph, I don’t think you dare. Then why do you think my uncle is like this?” Zhan Qingren asked with a little less anger.

(End of this chapter)