"Oh, it's not from the Ten Great Sects, then what other force can produce such an outstanding disciple?"

"According to preliminary information, this person only has a master who does not belong to any sect, so, strictly speaking, he does not belong to any of the forces in the martial arts. Oh yes...... Because he shined in Yaotai's cooking competition, now, he should nominally be regarded as a guest elder in Yaotai's chef. The middle-aged Confucian replied.

"Could it be that this time, in the Qilin Mountain Range, there are so many high-ranking martial arts people who have suddenly appeared, and they are actually related to this amazing dark horse?"

"Who says it's not?" The middle-aged Confucian replied with emotion, "As soon as this matter spreads, these dark horses that suddenly came out were immediately regarded as 'Floating Heroes' by the entire martial arts......"

"Floating...... Drifting Hero?" Drifting Trace couldn't help but exclaim, and at the same time sighed in his heart, "Not good, could it be that at this moment, my reputation has spread throughout the entire martial arts? And, the worst thing is that not long ago, I accidentally revealed my real name to this guy dressed as a man." Alas, that's terrible!"

Before the middle-aged Confucian met him, the young man suddenly had such a big reaction, and immediately realized that something was wrong, so he said with a slightly strange face: "Oh, by the way, I forgot that your surname is also 'Floating'......" Suddenly, the middle-aged Confucian raised his voice and exclaimed, "It can't be such a coincidence, right! You are also called 'Drifting Without a Trace'?"

At this moment, our Piao Daxia has a "remorse" in his heart!", for no reason, I remind her what to do? Isn't this purely asking for trouble for herself?" But since the mistake has been made, now, we can only make the mistake wrong. So, Driftless quickly showed a triumphant look, and admitted: "Yes, I'll call it 'Drifting Trace'." Haha, don't you hurry up to see the famous people in the rivers and lakes - Floating Hero!"

"What? You, are you—Piao Daxia?" asked the middle-aged Confucian with a strange expression.

Drifting without a trace immediately put on a low-pitched high-stinky fart, and then snorted with his nostrils pointing to the sky: "What?

The middle-aged Confucian was really cultivated, and he actually resisted the strong urge to step forward and give someone a punch and kick. But the obvious sarcasm in the tone is difficult to hide in any way. "Hey...... You don't ...... either" The middle-aged Confucian wanted to say "peeing", but he felt that it was too indecent, so he temporarily changed his words, "Take a mirror and look at yourself!

"What's wrong with me? Didn't you say before that this Piao Daxia is a big bald head?" Piao Wuxian retorted unconvinced.

"Do you touch it yourself, are you bald?" the middle-aged Confucian asked with a sneer.

Drifting without a trace, he touched it as he said, and then his face showed embarrassment.

In fact, when he was floating in Yaotai, he was no longer bald in the true sense, because after a few days, the scalp that had been burned by the fire had grown short inconspicuous hair in the spring breeze. Now, after a few more days in the Qilin Mountains, the hair on the head has grown a little. Of course, these drifts are all clear, which is why they are deliberately doing so.

"But, then again, you mountain villagers have really weird hairstyles. The middle-aged Confucian looked at the short hair on his head and couldn't help but sigh. Because, in this era, the average man has long hair.

"Hehe, we walk in the mountains all year round, so it's convenient to have short hair. Speaking of which, Piao Wu also made the appearance of bending down to dip his hair in water and then smashing the water with his hands.

The middle-aged Confucian knew at a glance that the young man in front of him meant that such short hair was easy to wash and dry in the wilderness. Not to mention, it's really convenient. But for this reason, let her shave her hair to such an ugly appearance, and even if she was killed, she would never do it.

After the demonstration, Piao Wu insisted unwillingly: "Just now, didn't Brother Ti also eat the tiger meat I barbecued?

"I'll admit that your barbecue is a little better than the average person's. When the middle-aged Confucian said this, his words suddenly changed, "However, compared with the new generation of 'god chefs' who have already excelled in cooking, the gap is gone!"

Hearing this, Piao Wuxian immediately retorted unconvinced: "How do you know? Could it be that you have eaten the barbecue of the so-called 'Piao Daxia'?"

When the middle-aged Confucian heard this, he said a little dejectedly: "This is not true. However, I have heard that all the people who have eaten the barbecue of 'Piao Daxia' at the scene can't help but indulge in the fragrance that cannot be described in words and can't help extricating themselves. ”

"Is that an exaggeration?" asked Drift Unknown, a little suspicious.

"This is the gap between you and others! You know? Hmph, how can the 'Divine Chef' skill be guessed by the villagers in the mountains?" the middle-aged Confucian sneered and mercilessly attacked someone.

Drifting without a trace did not open his mouth to argue, but showed a very unconvinced look.

"Besides, with your skills, can you save the lives of tens of thousands of people from the hands of the vast 'Ten Thousand Poison Gate'?" Seeing this, the middle-aged Confucian struck mercilessly again.

Drifting away from hearing the words, he pretended to show a depressed look, but he seemed to be a little unwilling to struggle: "Is it necessary to have profound martial arts to save people?"

"Well, of course. If Piao Daxia didn't have unfathomable martial arts and unusual intelligence, how could he find out and control the latent master of the 'Ten Thousand Poison Gate'? How could he force the antidote from the treacherous and cunning master of the 'Ten Thousand Poison Gate'?" At this moment, I am afraid that no one can see whether the middle-aged Confucian has a "mockery" or "admiration" on his face. Maybe "ridicule" and "admiration" are a combination of it. "Mocking" is the young man in front of him, who is not able to do anything, and "admiring" is the "drifting" hero who showed his might a few days ago.

Drifting away, his face bald and extremely disappointed. But in fact, my heart is full of joy. Because, in this tone of speech, the middle-aged Confucian obviously didn't believe it, he was the famous "floating hero" in the rivers and lakes. Then, without a trace, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "Alas, this person is really strange! The more I want to take the name of 'Piao Da Hero' on myself, the more people don't believe that I am 'Piao Da Man'." On the other hand, if I blindly denied it just now, then I am afraid that this person will suspect me more and more that I am a 'Floating Hero'. Haha, fortunately, I'm clever enough! Otherwise, I'm afraid this level will not be easy to pass. ”