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"You are the new disciple I asked Daofeng to recruit?" The old man, carrying his body and carrying his hands, walked slowly to Lin Hao. But it seemed that because he had been buried in the stone for a long time, his action was stiff and slow, which made Lin Hao think that this guy might fall down several times, so he just dropped his head.

"Teacher Keke, this is Lin Hao. Is this really Daofeng? Am I lost or something? "

Looking at the old man getting closer, Lin Hao pulled the corners of his mouth and quietly stepped back. It was not because of nervousness, but because of the old man's heavy taste!

If it didn't really hinder his face, Lin Hao really wanted to throw the old man into the water and flush him out 80 times.

The old man didn't mind Lin Hao's retreat. He just raised his head and looked up at Lin Hao's whole body from a young age. He muttered: "Oh, the third level martial arts master who repressed his cultivation, the breath of sword power, blood Tut Tut, the blood on such a tall building is still of dual origin, which is valuable! Wait, why is it still a CN? Is there any hidden disease? "

Although the old man was mumbling to himself, he didn't control his voice at all. Every word came to Lin Haoer. From this point, we can see that Wen Zheshi and the old man are definitely masters and apprentices.

CN？ Hidden disease?

The corner of Lin Hao's mouth twitched a few times. Just now, his boots were lost early, so he should just put them in his mouth.

"Well, excuse me, you are the legendary master of qiudaofeng, Mr. Zhao hao?" Lin Hao asked tentatively that Zhao Hao's name came from Wen Zheshi's mouth all the way. It's very domineering

After looking at Lin Hao, the old man nodded with satisfaction. He looked at Lin Hao with hawk's deep eyes and said slowly, "yes, I am Zhao RI Tian. No, Zhao Hao! Please, master Daofeng, welcome, my first My last disciple, just because you are my close disciple, you will be my own disciple of Zhao Hao! Be happy

Lin Hao

Without saying a word, Lin Hao is already a pro disciple. Moreover, it's so casual

Wen Zheshi came up and patted Lin Hao on the shoulder with a face of schadenfreude. "I'm so sad. Now I'm a pro disciple. Don't blame me. I'm forced."

In Lin Hao's heart, millions of beasts rush by. What does this "degenerate" mean? Forced? How can this tone be so similar to that of Lin Hao?

It's really not that Lin Hao plays a lot today. It's true that the pursuit of Daofeng makes Lin Hao feel uneasy. He always feels that he has entered the MLM organization.

"Lin Hao! Listen, you are my last disciple of qiudaofeng. No matter what, Rong! Seek the same honor with me! Shame! And I beg for the same shame! Remember, no matter who bullies you in the future, even if it's Xuan Jiufei, I'll get justice for you in the future! "

Zhao Hao's broad voice, with his hawk like eyes and deep and steady bass, all give Lin Hao a kind of illusion, which may be a good master.

"Master You can pull up a few and pour them out! "

As soon as Zhao Hao's voice is over, Wen Zheshi shakes his head inexplicably, as if remembering some unbearable years. A drop of water falls from the corner of his eye, as if he is secretly mourning the lost youth.