Zuo Zhishan glanced at Liu Qinghuan worriedly, calmed his expression, walked ahead and opened the door.

Liu Qinghuan stepped into the door and glanced around, only to see two people in the room besides Ming Yangzi. One was Lord Ling Yang of the Shaoyang Sect, and the other was a fat old man with a kind and kind face, probably Zuo Zhi.

It's the true Lord Yuanji that Shan mentioned.

"Master!" Liu Qinghuan stepped forward to salute and then paid homage to the other two Nascent Soul monks.

The previous anger on Mingyangzi's face could no longer be seen, and he stretched out his hand and said: "Come here, I haven't seen you for a while, master. Have you recovered from your injuries?"

Liu Qinghuan walked up to Mingyangzi and said cooperatively: "Master, I'm sorry, I'm mostly healed now."

The True Lord Yuanji smiled and said: "I really envy Brother Zhang. It's good for someone else's disciple to have a successful one, but it's not like Brother Zhang. Each of the three disciples is so outstanding that it makes me sick."

The desire to accept disciples. Brother Ren, do you think so?"

Ling Yangjun next to him was holding tea with his eyes downcast, as if he didn't want to participate in the conversation, so he just smiled and said, "I don't have the time to teach Kung Fu disciples."

Master Yuanji gave a lot of compliments for free, almost praising Liu Qinghuan to the point of being praised in the sky and on earth. He also talked about the current situation, and when he justly spoke of this world-destroying disaster, we monks should unite as one.

United as one, and so on and so forth.

The people in the room were all old foxes who had been around for many years, and all of them remained calm.
Chapter completed!