Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 275 New Instructor Zhu Yue

The next day.

Special practice room No. 109.

"Greetings, Instructor Zhu."

"Meet the Master."

Zhu Dachang, Gao Youmo and Wang Qiye all bowed to Zhu Yue.

An old man said kindly, "No need to be polite."

Zhu Yue was a late bloomer, so when he entered the Fourth Realm, his beard was already gray. Although his life span had increased, it was indeed difficult for his appearance to return to its former state.

The old man was as thin as a candle in the wind, as if a breeze could blow him down. However, his eyes were as bright as the brightest stars in the night sky, emitting an indescribable light. His white hair was as white as snow, and the goatee on his chin was as soft as silver thread, fluttering in the wind, giving people a sense of elegance.

Although he is old, he exudes a restrained aura, like a dormant volcano that may erupt at any time. This restrained power makes people feel awe and dare not easily underestimate this seemingly ordinary old man.

"Are you Wang Qiye?"

Wang Qiye responded. "That's me."

Zhu Yue stroked his beard and nodded in appreciation. "As expected, heroes emerge from youth. You are like me, an old man. I am too old to fight anymore. I can only plant flowers and grass on this mountain to make a living."

"You are joking, senior. The 10 contribution points have been transferred." Wang Qiye put down the jade pendant and said this.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he even stopped stroking his beard. "Hey, young man, you are too polite. I didn't expect you to be so handsome and quick in doing things."

"Thank you, Senior Liao." Wang Qiye said with a wry smile.

It is easy to earn spirit stones with this big name. He can teach three people in the morning, noon and evening. He can earn more than 30 spirit stones a year.

This is much faster than working hard for more than two years to refine a furnace of pills.

The old man smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. We are just here to meet each other today. I have something else to do later. Let Tan Qiang practice with you later."

Wang Qiye then nodded in relief. To be honest, facing a fourth-level cultivator, even though he had tried his best to restrain himself, he still felt a little pressured.

The old man then turned his head. "Are you Tan's new apprentice?"

Zhu Dachang quickly knelt down and saluted. "Disciple greets Master."

The old man curled his lips and looked at Wang Qiye, seeming to be very dissatisfied with him. "Forget it, then, this is also a gift from the master to you."

As he said that, he threw a second-level defensive magic weapon over.

Pig Intestine quickly caught it, smiling so hard that he couldn't close his mouth, and said as he stood up. . "Thank you, Master. How can I take your things?"

Although he said no, he kept playing with it in his hands and couldn't let it go.

Tan Qian smiled happily. "Take it. Your master has only one precious daughter. He usually likes to grow flowers and grass. He doesn't have much to spend. He is very tight on money."

When Pig Intestine heard this, he laughed even more foolishly.

The old man looked at Tan Qian and shook his head. "Okay, I'll leave first."

"Master, walk slowly."

"Master Zhu, please walk slowly."

"Brother Zhu, take care."

A group of people in the courtyard politely saw Zhu Yue off.

As soon as the master left, Zhu Dachang pulled Tan Qian's sleeve and asked, "Master, what is the name of the master's daughter? How does she look? How old is she? How sexy is she?..."

Tan Qian shrank his head, looked around for a while, and then regained his normal expression and said, "You are talking about Zhu Ran, a stubborn and willful girl. She looks pretty, but has a bad temper. I asked her her age, but she beat me three times. I don't dare to ask anymore. If you have the guts, ask her yourself when you see her."

Pig Intestine asked hurriedly. "Master, how can I see her?"

"Don't worry, you will be able to see her when your master comes to teach Wang Qiye."

Pig Intestine was overjoyed. "Really, that's great."

Tan Qian ignored the pig intestines and turned to a short-haired monk. "Come on, Wang Qiye, let's fight again. Master has already told us."

Wang Qiye smiled. "Okay, I'm itching to show off my skills too."

As he spoke, Wang Qiye reached behind him and pulled out a new knife from the three knives on his back.