I played the world alone

Chapter 107 Master and Disciple Meet
The barrage began to bid the same price as an auction, but Pan Juncai would not take it seriously, and he would not be stupid enough to actually steal it.

Not to mention the fairy-like old man, there are so many policemen watching, maybe the official people have already spotted it, so they came so timely. Did he seek death by stealing?
"Could it be that the officials already knew that there are such mysterious things as immortal cultivators in the world, but they just kept it hidden and didn't announce it?"

Such an astonishing guess flashed through his mind in an instant, and even his breathing became a little short.

"This is absolutely shocking news!"

"Even if my live broadcast is blocked because of this, I will still be a person who will leave a name in history!"

But when the others saw the pan family staring blankly at the elixir in front of them, no one dared to come out to claim it. They were all human beings, and they immediately guessed the possible reason, and they all showed strange expressions.

Some people started whispering playfully.

"It's going to be a lot of fun now."

"Mr. Pan's family has to fall asleep in the middle of the night. Thinking of this, I have to get up and slap myself twice?"

"It's a good opportunity to establish a relationship with a cultivator, and I'm in a daze, so I don't want to give it away..."

And Gao Han on the altar also guessed it, and couldn't help showing a helpless wry smile.

"Pan family, Pan family...you didn't grasp this opportunity..."

He really only felt pity and regret at the moment.

And sympathy for the Pan family.

And the old man in the sky obviously understood, sighed lightly, stretched out his hand, and those pills flew up automatically and fell into his sleeve.

"Unexpected... It seems that they have no chance with these pills."

The police officer at the side saw that these precious pills had been confiscated, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious: "This... er, old man, we are officials. In the name and reputation of the country, we promise to help this little girl find her parents. Why don't you give these pills to us for safekeeping..."

Even if you can't really eat it, just scrape a little powder from it and send it to the laboratory for testing while taking the opportunity of keeping it. Maybe you can find a major discovery enough to win the Nobel Prize?
This is the legendary elixir!

But the old man shook his head.

"This spiritual thought won't last long. These pills won't work if you don't take them on the spot. Without the help of the poor, to you mortals, these are just a few jelly bean balls."

"How could this be..." The police officer still felt unbelievable.

But no matter how unscientific it was, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only choose to accept it after seeing the scene just now.

And Pan Juncai couldn't help but feel a little regretful when he saw the disappearance of those pills live.

It's like watching a key that can lead to that mysterious world fly away.

But at this moment, he heard a strange voice not far above his head, and when he looked up, he saw a flying figure with a sword flying towards him in the distance!
"Fuck!"

He suddenly swears subconsciously.

After realizing that he was live broadcasting, he hurriedly covered his mouth. Although his hands were shaking with excitement, he quickly picked up the camera and pointed it in that direction.

Then the barrage paused strangely for a while, and then quickly began to write a large number of similar words in unison.

"Fuck!"

"This is a real cultivator!"

"This is absolutely true! The special effects can't be so realistic!"

"Is this the sword cultivator from Mount Shu?"

"Come closer, the anchor! See if the cultivator has double eyelids..."

"I want to be a teacher! I want to cultivate immortality! Where are you, anchor? I'll buy a plane ticket right away!"

But right now, Pan Juncai was in no mood to reply. Like everyone present, he watched the man with the flying sword approaching quickly in dumbfounded.

Their minds have gone blank.

Just because I saw things that originally only existed in fantasy really appeared in reality.

"We're not dreaming, are we?"

"Isn't that really a drone that looks like a flying sword?"

"But it's so small and there are still people standing on it..."

After Lu Chen drove the flying sword around in mid-air, seeing that his arrangement had been successfully completed, he smiled slightly in his heart, and then he kept his serious face, and flew to the phantom old man with Lian Rong.

Looking at that unfamiliar yet very familiar face, Lu Chen also felt a little emotional.

Lianqing...

Even if he knows that the other party is just an illusion created by himself, after giving the other party enough background stories, there is an illusion that the other party has also lived in this world.

And Lianrong was even more excited, with red eyes and tears, he knelt down in the direction of the old man and kowtowed heavily on the sword.

"Master! Disciple Lian Rong is finally able to visit you again after 90 years!"

Lian Qing couldn't help showing a relieved smile on her old face.

"It's Lianrong... of those three children back then, only you are still alive now. It really is true that the world is impermanent..."

"You have broken through the third level of Qi training now, I think you have your own opportunity..."

Lian Rong lowered her head and choked with sobs. She was already a hundred years old, but now she was crying like a child when she met for the first time: "It's all thanks to your teaching, Master..."

Afterwards, Lian Qing shifted her gaze to Lu Chen.

Lu Chen looked at the pair of old and slightly cloudy eyes, and suddenly had a funny feeling of performing stand-up comedy.

But for the sake of the play, he continued to be serious.

I salute you.

"Disciple Xianxuanmen Yueze, met Elder Lianqing!"

"Yue Ze... I've never heard of this name." Lian Qing stroked his beard, thought for a while and shook his head slightly, "But when I left the mountain gate, the disciples of the outer sect were indeed of the Yue family. You little fellow must have come in later."

Lu Chen respectfully replied: "Exactly! But this disciple has heard about the elder's deeds for a long time in the sect, and has admired him for a long time. I didn't expect to be able to see him today. It really is a well-deserved reputation!"

"Haha, little guy, you don't need to say polite words."

Lian Qing waved her hand: "I, an old fellow, don't take this kind of trick. What's more, what's left here is just a wisp of my divine sense, and it can't last for too long."

"I'm waking up now because I met this predestined person. Her spiritual roots are deep. If she is recruited as a disciple, her future will be limitless."

Lu Chen followed his words and looked down, and saw the little girl.

Although this child was used to act in a play, it wasn't just random selection.

Although this girl is not a genius with a single spiritual root, she is also a rare three spiritual root, and the effect of her future practice will definitely be quite good.

Afterwards, Lian Qing's face gradually became serious, and she said slowly: "Secondly, it is because if my spiritual sense revives, it means that my body has fallen. Then it seems that the monster I sealed back then may break through the seal and recover soon..."

"You have to notify Xianmen immediately, so that they can prepare earlier, so that there will be no such disaster as in the past!"

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　　In addition, I accidentally saw someone saying that the author does not reply to comments, so I will explain it here——

　　I really don't read the comment area now, no matter whether it is good or bad, so it is impossible to reply.

　　Because I found that the mentality of writing a book is very important. Of course, it may be that I am too glassy. Some bad reviews really made me wonder if there is any point in continuing to write this book.

　　This may also be a novice's small problem, at least I can't change it, so I simply don't read the comment area, and the writer's assistant is also uninstalled.

　　If you want to scold, just scold, anyway, I can't see it, so I can just write it down, and I don't plan to modify the outline and plot for anyone, just write the story I want to write.

　　Anyway, it's already on the street, and it can't go bad no matter how bad it is.

　　When it goes on the shelves in the future, I should set a symbolic limit of 1 point in the comment area, and then only occasionally reply to the comments of the VIP chapter.

　　In short, thanks to all readers and friends who can insist on reading this latest chapter!Regardless of whether the evaluation is good or bad, it has contributed another follow-up reading to this book!
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