As soon as the imperial dragon screamed, the white-haired old man's fist holding the crescent knife behind his back clenched even tighter.

Because after hearing the cry of the imperial dragon, the crescent knife struggled to break free from the old man's palm.

Sensing the vibration of the little thing behind him, the white-haired old man liked this little thing more and more.

He secretly delivered some hypnotism to the crescent knife.

"It's not moving!" said the white-haired old man with a smile.

"You, please hold my crescent knife up to your chest, you hide [] behind your back, who knows what you have done to it. ”

"Well, I'd like to see how the doll moves this baby. The old man turned his hand from behind his back to his chest.

"Come on!" said the white-haired old man with a smile.

"Crescent Knife, Crescent Knife ......" The imperial dragon called out several times in a row, but he didn't see the crescent knife move, so anxious that sweat oozed from the imperial dragon's forehead.

"It seems that this thing is not yours! If it is yours, why did you call it for a long time, and it didn't move? Look at the old man's! Crescent knife!" The white-haired old man pursed his lips lightly, and called softly, and the crescent knife in his hand jumped a few times.

"Looks like this baby is mine, not yours!" said the white-haired old man teasingly.

"You...... What have you done to it!" Huang Long was sweating profusely.

"I didn't move anything, I just tempered it with my soul power and added a little bit of my soul power. The white-haired old man played with the crescent knife carefully.

"What! Why do you do anything to other people's things?" the emperor dragon asked angrily.

"Oh, I took this from the belly of the beast myself, so why do I see that it's yours?" the white-haired old man played with the little treasure carefully.

"You ......" Huanglong knew that he couldn't be reasonable, his eyes widened, and he secretly used his internal strength.

The white-haired old man was not a vegetarian, and immediately sensed that the internal energy masses around him were surging.

Sure enough, the dragon flew up and went to snatch it.

The white-haired old man was not afraid, and after a few dodges, he dodged the imperial dragon.

The imperial dragon was busy for most of the day, and he didn't even touch his fur, so he urged the thunder qi to help, making his movements even faster.

The speed of the imperial dragon's movements increased, and the speed of the white-haired old man also accelerated.

The two of them spun back and forth, dazzling Cui'er beside them.

"The skills of both of them are really strong!"

It was more than half a day, and the imperial dragon was so tired that he squatted on the ground, panting, raising his hand to wipe the sweat on his face, but his eyes were looking at the crescent knife in the old man's hand.

"Are you still playing?" The old man's expression was calm, as if the fight just now was between Huanglong and others, and he was just a spectator.

"Hmph, I'm not going to fight the scoundrels, you say, what do you want to get in exchange?" the emperor changed his tone.

"Oh, what else do you have to treasure?"

"No, there is only one life!" replied the Emperor Dragon with a snort.

"Haha! At a young age, there are so many unparalleled secrets! Thunder Qi, dare to be the inner scripture, invisible wings, and also hide the Taishan wide ruler and the yin and yang moxibustion needles are useless, you say, where did these all come from?" The white-haired old man talked about the treasures of the imperial dragon, such as a number of treasures.

The white-haired old man's words shocked Huang Long's eyes. "You...... How do you know?"

"I, of course, know everything!"

"Why do you want to ask me when you know everything?" asked the Imperial Dragon in extreme disgust.

"Haha, it's interesting to trick the old man!" The white-haired old man was playing with the crescent knife in his hand, and a trace of soul power had gone deep into it, exploring the future of the crescent knife.

"Old ghost?" the white-haired old man frowned, his face solemn.

This detail was noticed by the imperial dragon, and he secretly screamed in his heart, "Not good!"

"Could it be that this is Master's enemy? I must not reveal half of the truth, otherwise, he will be unfavorable to Master!"

The white-haired old man then lowered his arm, put his back behind him, and looked at the imperial dragon in front of him, the corners of his mouth rose, and he seemed to be in a somewhat leisurely mood.

"The old gentleman is here, and he is bowed by the juniors!" said Cui'er, turning out of the bushes, coming to the old man, kneeling down and kowtowing.

"Cui'er, why are you kowtowing to this scoundrel?" the imperial dragon was annoyed.

"Well, this little girl is sensible!, get up!" the white-haired old man shook his head happily.

"Brother Yao, he is not an outsider, he is the ancient primordial god, an immortal venerable. Cui'er got up and whispered to the imperial dragon.

"Ancient Yuan Shen, Immortal Venerable, how do you know?"

"Just imagine, he has the internal strength of the Great God Realm, who else in this world can have this skill except for the immortals who opened the world in ancient times and pacified the world?"

"No wonder I can't beat it, it turns out to be an immortal like Master!" Huang Long couldn't help but pat his head.

"Who is your master?" asked the white-haired old man.

"My master, my master, my master!" Huang Long just wanted to say that Bai was innocent, but when he thought that Master was now trapped in Mount Tai's Aolai Peak, his body was already covered with dust, and his soul body was erratic, Huang Long couldn't speak.

He knew that Master had always been strong, and if his old diehards knew, they would be laughed off.

The white-haired old man looked at the distracted imperial dragon and already knew it.

"I didn't expect it, he actually taught an apprentice, didn't he say, he was clean and widowed all his life, and he didn't involve human affairs? He set up a few rules for our brother, and he broke the rules first, okay, I'll take one too!" said the white-haired old man and looked at the imperial dragon in front of him.

Huanglong hurriedly waved his hand, "Xianzun, I already have a master, but there are only two masters, how can I worship two masters at the same time!"

"The old man didn't take a fancy to you!"

As soon as Xianzun said this, Huanglong was extremely discouraged.

"You, you come to be my apprentice, I made an exception to accept a female apprentice!" said Xianzun with a finger of his hand.

"Cui'er meets Master!" When Cui'er heard this, she hurriedly knelt on the ground happily and kowtowed like pounding garlic.

"Well, six hundred years of Taoism, I have been trained by the Dryad, and I have obtained the body of a mortal and returned to the soul, special, personality, in line with the old man's style! You and I are really a God-given fate!" the white-haired old man pinched his fingers and calculated.

"Master is really a god, I know Cui'er's origin with a finger count, and the disciple is convinced! I am willing to serve the master and ask the master to teach me martial arts. Cui'er requested.

"That's nature! However, you still have unfulfilled wishes, and it will take a hundred years for you to repay your mortal body. You go to repay the favor first, and then come to find Master!"

"Yes!

"However, the teacher can't let you be idle, this is a place where the teacher often comes, you can often come to me, I will teach you some elementary spells, cleanse your mortal bloodline, and help you grow. ”

"Thank you, Master!" Cui'er stood up happily.