Golden Sorrow Tower.

The old man Zhiyu was in the lobby on the first floor, holding a cup in his hand, full of scarlet liquid.

He was smiling at a figure below.

A disciple knelt on one knee, his face full of pain and confusion, and his body seemed to be trembling violently without control.

And on this disciple, a giant bird with black body lying tightly.

The giant bird was tightly pressed against him, and his long neck wrapped around the disciple's neck.

The two heads that were close to each other seemed to be stuck together, and the flesh and feathers blended. He tried hard to pull them away, but they were constantly stretched like a thread, and he could not escape the entanglement.

Half of the disciple's face was quickly assimilated by the black bird, and his face had already undergone a lot of distortions.

He begged to look at the foolish old man who was smiling above.

"Master...Master save me!"

The old man calmly put the cup down from his mouth and licked the blood stains on the corner of his mouth.

"If your mind is not firm, you can be taken over so easily. Such qualifications are not even as good as your body. Do you still need to be a teacher for this kind of thing?

You should know the rules. Whoever wins will be the disciple of the teacher.”

"No! Master! Disciple doesn't want to be a shell! Save the disciple... Save the disciple..."

The disciple below was still screaming heart-wrenchingly, hoping that the old man Zhuanyu could help him, but the old man Zhuanyu stopped talking and remained indifferent.

As the disciple's body and body continued to entangle, countless black substances rushed into his body crazily, and a large amount of black gas burst out from his eyes.

After a while, the disciple's body stopped trembling and gradually became quiet.

The black giant bird lying tightly on him wanted to struggle, but soon turned into a large amount of black gas and dissipated, and finally retracted into his body.

There was a thick black light in his eyes, and the disciple's expression quickly returned to the clear light, looking at the foolish old man above.

"Thank you, Master!"

He seemed to be still adapting to this body, his movements were a little uncoordinated, but he was also decent.

The old man Zhiyu smiled, but he just took a look and lost interest. He waved his hand to the disciple below and signaled him to retreat.

The disciple quickly retreated respectfully, and the only foolish old man was left in the hall, which became extremely quiet.

After a while, I saw the old man Zhaoyu looking out of the Golden Summon Tower and slowly spoke.

"Since you're here, why not come in?"

"Haha, aren't you waiting for you to invite me in? I'm just stupid!"

Before the person could arrive, a figure in a white Taoist robe appeared in the hall of the Golden Sect Tower, looking face to face with the old man Zhiyu.

The person who came was a middle-aged man who looked like a forty or fifty years old, with sharp eyes.

He was wearing a white Taoist robe, but his hair and beard were green, and his whole body was emitting a faint green atmosphere all the time.

The man did not keep his feet on the ground, but floated a foot away from the ground in the air.

But despite this, when the green air emitted from his body touched the ground, it was like boiling water, and bubbles continued to emerge, and was subjected to strong corrosion.

"Plague, if you don't stay in your temple, what are you doing here?"

The old man Zhiyu looked very calm, and he picked up the cup and took a full cup into the blood hole in his chest and put it to his mouth.

"Is it delicious? Give me a drink too."

Wen Zhao did not answer his question, but instead looked at the cup in the old man Zhiyu's hand and said.

"You can't drink this thing, so you'll be exempted."

"Stingy! It seems like no one is the same."

Feng Zhao smiled coldly, and the green air emitted from his body suddenly gathered into a stream, and the shape of a cup condensed in his hands.

The cup was bubbling, and a cup of dark green thick slurry was sipped by him.

"Himmer~"

The cup in his hand dissipated into green air, and he burped immediately. A strong green air suddenly appeared in his orifices, and his face became a little comfortable. Then he looked at the old man Zhiyu again.

"I'm here to ask you for a good thing. Do you still remember Yin Zhou, the five-star disciple in Tieshanlou. He is my disciple now, haha."

"I am not strong-willed, I am so jealous and impatient. Although I have good talent, I am embarrassed and useless."

The foolish old man laughed.

How could he not remember Yin Zhou? After all, the boy looked for him several times in a row and wanted to take him as his teacher, but he refused.

Hearing the old man Zhiyu said this, Wen Zhao smiled and snorted coldly.

"So what? Talent and strength are the most important! You have also accepted a new disciple. That guy's cultivation is just in the middle stage of the flesh-slaying period, far worse than Yin Zhou, and his vision is getting more and more problematic.

Look at how many disciples under your seat can compare to my disciples. No wonder you can no longer compare with me in the Jinluo Pavilion, and you have fallen!”

The sarcastic sarcasm and sarcasm without any concessions.

"If you just talk about this, you can leave now, I won't keep you."

The old man Tongyu did not have any changes in his expression. If just one sentence makes him unstable, then he is still called the old man Tongyu.

"Of course it's not this."

The plague smiled.

"In fact, I'm just here to stop you for a moment."

"Stop me?"

The old man Zhiyu showed a hint of doubt on his face.

The next moment, his face suddenly changed slightly, his eyes suddenly looked south, and his eyes immediately condensed.

"Is this what you mean?"

He slowly put down the cup in his hand and looked at the plague with a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

"No, no, no, how could this be what I mean? It's just that my new disciple wants to prove himself. He begged me and I'll come."

"Actually, I really want to see it. Will you regret it? I just pushed a disciple with excellent talent and qualifications to me. This time you really missed it."

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill him?"

The old man Zhiyu's face became very cold and his tone was full of solemnity.

"Then kill it, anyway, we two disciples change one, which is very fair.

But I am here now, you can't kill him, at least you have to wait until he finishes."

Wen Zhao continued to smile, but did not take the words of the foolish old man to heart.

"As for now, you can only drink tea with me here first."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless green air gathered in his hands to form a cup.

"I'm not as stingy as you, would you like to have a drink?"

“…”

...

Small loft.

Looking at the guy named Yin Zhou in front of me, I opened my mouth and decided to win or lose.

Yang An read all the memories of him in his mind, and was sure that he had never had any contact with this person and didn't know him at all.

Is this guy brain ill?

Oh yes! I almost forgot that these immortal cultivators, whether they are monks or demons, have brain problems.

"Senior Brother Yang doesn't have to worry. Junior Brother just wants to compete with you and divide life and death, so that Elder Zhuanyu can see who is worthy of being his disciple."

Yin Zhou showed a very wanton smile on his handsome face. He clearly called himself a junior brother, but when facing Yang An, his tone felt arrogant, as if Yang An was the junior brother.

"If you want to become a disciple, you can go to my master. What does it have to do with me?"

"It has nothing to do with the senior brother, but the junior brother just wants Elder Zhuanyu to see that the disciples he has taken will be trampled under my feet. I will prove to him that his vision is just like this!"

“…”

Yang An was speechless. He said how could a stranger he didn't know suddenly give a letter of war? Now he understands, it turns out that this guy's target is not him, but a foolish old man.

It's just that I want to use him to attract the attention of the foolish old man.

Thinking of this, Yang An couldn't help but smile.

"So, my junior brother will definitely take me?"

"In Qiu Shuiting three days later, my senior brother can come to the appointment, but if I choose to admit defeat now, my junior brother will not be embarrassed by you."

Yin Zhou also said with a smile, looking very confident.

There is a small difference between him and Yang An, but he can not only exert his strength in the later stages of the flesh-sucking.
To be continued...