Cao Yi looked at Li Xiaoyao in confusion.

"Master, please accept me as your disciple?"

Li Xiaoyao kowtowed and begged.

Cao Yi shook his head gently and said, "I have a shallow practice and it is not time to accept disciples."

This is the truth. Although Cao Yi has practiced for several years, he still has only a few understandings of many things.

Li Xiaoyao had seen Cao Yi's power and directly regarded this as a shirk, and was disappointed.

However, he was not the one who gave up easily, and he still begged: "Master, as long as I can practice with you, I will be willing to suffer any hardships. In the future, I will respect you very much."

Cao Yi raised his hand and pointed at the Jiujianxian beside him and said, "If you want to become a disciple, find fellow Taoist Mo."

Jiu Jianxian just planned to pass on Li Xiaoyao a few tricks, but he didn't plan to accept disciples at all, and was about to correct them.

Li Xiaoyao's surprised voice sounded: "Follow him?"

"Boy, what's your expression? Do you know how many geniuses have you cried and begged me as your teacher, and I'm too lazy to take a look."

The Jiu Jianxian, who failed to show off and was already a little unhappy, was immediately dissatisfied when he saw Li Xiaoyao's expression of not paying attention to it.

"I still want to practice with this Taoist priest. He is better than you."

Li Xiaoyao said weakly that he believed more of what he saw with his own eyes.

"Yes, this Taoist priest is a little more powerful."

Aunt Li interrupted.
Chapter completed!