"Huh?"

Nangong Ling and the others looked confused, and they also stared at Chixing Daojun.

How did this come out of thin air and become their uncle?

Can it be more perfunctory?

Nangong Ling scratched his head, laughed dryly, and said, "Master, can we stop joking? What is the origin of this fellow Daoist, how can he understand the Red Flame Heart Sutra?"

"Who's kidding you!"

Chixing Daojun rolled his eyes, pointed at Su Zimo and said, "He understands the "Red Flame Heart Sutra", that's because he is the little junior brother of the teacher!"

Nangong Ling and the others were dumbfounded.

They're not stupid.

Chixing Daojun and Su Zimo obviously didn't know each other before, how could they become brothers in a blink of an eye?

Ruxuan stepped forward and said with a smile: "Master, don't make trouble. Your cultivation has reached the Faxiang realm, and your junior brother is the little monk of the Yuanying realm, who believes it!"

Chixing Daojun was also stunned by the question.

Immediately, Chixing Daojun glared at Ruxuan and scolded: "Don't follow this hippie smile!"

Ruxuan pursed her mouth and retreated.

Chixing Daojun grimaced and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, his cultivation realm is not high, that's normal, because the junior brother's cultivation time is too short. ”

"This junior brother of mine is just over one hundred and forty years old, younger than all of you!"

Ruxuan and the others couldn't see Su Zimo's age, but Chixing Daojun could sense it.

Nangong Ling and the others were dumbfounded.

They saw that Su Zimo had a rough appearance and acted steadily, how could he be hundreds of years old, but they didn't expect to be more than a hundred years old!

More than a hundred years old, it seems to be very large.

But you must know that the longevity of Yuanying Zhenjun is as much as a thousand years, and if it is replaced by the ratio of a mortal's 100-year-old longevity, Su Zimo is equivalent to a teenager!

The Yuanying Zhenjun, who is more than 100 years old, is equivalent to a young powerhouse in the mortal world who is more than ten years old!

Moreover, Su Zimo is in the late stage of the Yuan Infant, and this cultivation speed is already quite terrifying!

Nangong Ling and the three of them are all over two hundred years old, and they are all older than Su Zimo, and they have only cultivated to the early stage of the Yuan Infant, which can be regarded as a rare Tianjiao.

Among them, Nangong Ling ranked eighty-third on the vision list!

Before this, although Su Zimo's means were very powerful, Nangong Ling didn't think so.

In his opinion, as long as he can cultivate to the late stage of the Yuanying Realm, he will definitely be stronger than Su Zimo!

But unexpectedly, now he has lost.

What Nangong Ling and the others, including the Red Star Daojun, didn't know was that the reason why Su Zimo had practiced for more than a hundred years before he cultivated to the late stage of the Yuan Infant Realm was because he had cultivated the two Yuan Gods!

Moreover, the black-haired primordial god among them still has to practice the two top exercises of the Immortal Buddha!

Although the exercises are powerful, they are equivalent to twice the time consumed!

Moreover, during this period, at least half of Su Zimo's primordial power was used to nourish the Creation Blue Lotus.

The speed of cultivation has slowed down a lot.

Otherwise, before he was 100 years old, he might have reached the current state!

In fact, according to the seniority, Su Zimo is the disciple of the Extreme Fire Daojun, that is, the master of the Red Star Daojun, and the junior disciple of the Tianxin Daojun.

In this way, he is indeed the uncle of Chixing Daojun.

Su Zimo smiled, watched this scene quietly, and did not correct it.

Chixing Daojun has lived for more than 5,000 years, and he may not be able to understand the relationship, he may be difficult to accept for a while.

After all, he has a noble status in the Hundred Refining Sect, and he can be regarded as the head of the sect's extreme fire lineage.

Su Zimo is more than a hundred years old, and in his eyes, he is a little doll that has not dried up.

Now, this little doll suddenly ran to his head and became his uncle, how will he mix in the sect in the future?

Every time he saw Su Zimo, he had to salute Su Zimo and call him uncle, he would go crazy when he thought about it!

Chixing Daojun pretended to be confused, and Su Zimo didn't expose it.

After all, he is indifferent to the matter of seniority, his own temperament is free and uninhibited, and he does not have so many rules.

What's more, he is indeed too young.

Chixing Daojun, an old monster over 5,000 years old, really salutes him every day and calls him uncle, he also feels a little embarrassed.

"Just over a hundred years old?"

Ruxuan looked around Su Zimo and said, "How do I feel like an old man who is seven or eight hundred years old......

Su Zimo smiled indifferently and did not refute.

He has changed his face now, and he does look much older after his disguise.

Liu Hanyan never spoke, only occasionally peeked at Su Zimo, and a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

Nangong Ling noticed this scene, and his heart was even more anxious.

He admired Liu Hanyan in his heart, and even did not hesitate to follow her into the Hundred Refining Gate.

Today's events, Nangong Ling always felt that he had lost face in front of his beloved, and he was robbed of the limelight by this person who appeared out of nowhere.

Therefore, Nangong Ling was a little targeted at Su Zimo, but he had no malicious intent.

Originally, Nangong Ling was still thinking about how to behave in front of Liu Hanyan in the future and compete with this Mo Ling.

Well, this person has suddenly become their uncle......

"It's better than a fart!"

Nangong Ling muttered in his heart: "The seniority is one level older, crush the individual!"

Thinking that every time he saw Mo Ling, he had to respectfully shout Uncle Shi, and Nangong Ling didn't feel good in his heart.

Moreover, this uncle is younger than him!

This thing, how to think about it, how wrong.

If this person is the junior disciple of the Red Star Daojun, then who is this person's master?

You must know that their ancestors, the strong men of their uncles' ancestors, have all fallen a long time ago!

Nangong Ling asked cautiously, "Master, you still have a junior brother, why haven't I heard you mention it before?"

"I still have to tell you little dolls about my business?"

Chixing Daojun squinted at Nangong Ling, pointed at Su Zimo and said, "This is my long-lost junior brother, what's the matter, no!"

"Okay, okay!"

Nangong Ling hurriedly smiled and agreed.

Immediately, he rolled his eyes and asked, "What ......is Uncle Mo Ling's master?"

Nangong Ling was ready to get to the bottom of it and ask for clarification.

As a result, before he could finish asking, he was glared at by Chixing Daojun.

Chixing Daojun's expression was serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Okay, don't ask! You just need to remember that Mo Ling is your uncle!"

"The three of you will settle down with Uncle Shi well, and if you have time to accompany Uncle Shi around the sect, I will leave first!"

Chixing Daojun had a headache when he was asked, for fear that he would miss his mouth, so he gave a word, and he also learned from the Extreme Fire Daojun and turned around and left, leaving only Nangong Ling and the three of them who looked at each other.

Nangong Ling held back her stomach and didn't speak, looking at Su Zimo's face full of unconvinced.

Ruxuan's big eyes were rolling, and she didn't know what she was calculating.

It was still Liu Hanyan who was the most serious, smiled slightly, came to Su Zimo and bowed, and bowed: "Liu Hanyan, a disciple of the Extreme Fire Lineage, has seen Uncle Mo Ling." ”

"Hmm. ”

Su Zimo nodded with a smile, slapped his palm in the storage bag, took out a rusty flying sword and handed it over, and said, "It's a small gift, take it." ”

"Cut!"

Nangong Ling saw that the flying sword was mediocre and tattered, so he couldn't help but pout, and muttered: "Take a broken flying sword to fool people, and return it to uncle." ”

Liu Hanyan didn't answer, took the flying sword and injected mana.

Airplanes!

The flying sword trembled slightly, as if it was alive, and the sword aura was sharp!

The rust peeled off layer by layer, and five dazzling rays of light bloomed on the sword body, almost blinding Nangong Ling's eyes!

Five Dharma Patterns, Perfect Grade, True Monarch Magic Weapon!

I'm working hard to save the manuscript and prepare to add more after the year~ cough cough, if nothing else......

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