Immortal Emperor: Reborn in the Mixed City

"Do you still say that you are not an Inner Power Warrior?"

Elder Hua looked at Su Yan with a hint of blame.

"Originally I planned to accept you as a disciple, but now you and I are calm and beautiful, and being my disciple will insult you, and you and I will be my peers."

The martial arts world has always looked at seniority based on the cultivation level, unless the same students are ranked according to the entry time, it is nothing for Hualao.

Su Yan nodded. He and Hua Lao were the same, but Hua Lao made the money, because none of Su Yan's disciples was the strongest person on the side.

For this reason, Su Yan also generously admitted: "Yes, I am a martial arts practitioner. I was taught by an old man. He used to wander around my yard for everything."

"Old man?" Old Hua looked at Su Yan suspiciously.

"Well, when I was young, he performed a big boulder on his chest in front of me. It was really a big stone. It was shattered by him. I was completely stunned."

"Cracked boulders in your chest?"

Mr. Hua was even more surprised. He was not a strong person at the level of an Inner Strength Martial Artist, and probably had reached the point of an Inner Strength Martial Artist, and he had already begun to refine the essence.

"It's a real stone, it's just broken by his chest, not hammered."

Su Yan tried to be a little exaggerated, trying to achieve the goal of being fake.

"It seems that you have met an expert."

"Well, he originally gave me a secret book of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon, but I didn't have any money at the time, so I didn't want it. I want to regret it now."

Old Hua could not help laughing when he saw Su Yan's serious appearance.

"Since you don't know anything in the world of martial arts, let me tell you about it. Martial arts are divided into strength cultivation (internal strength), strength cultivation, spiritual consciousness cultivation, Dharma cultivation and so on."

"Take Jinxiu as an example, it is divided into internal power martial artists, internal power martial artists, even masters, and grand masters. You see those flying around on TV dramas are not groundless. Some people speculate that those in ancient times may be true, but modern Spiritual power is exhausted, and it is impossible to reach that point."

"So that's the case, then I'm also an Inner Strength Warrior?"

"Of course, the martial artist refines the essence, the master refines the energy, the grandmaster refines the god..., the inner strength martial artist is just not in the flow."

To be honest, Su Yan was really surprised when he heard these words, but when he came over, it was not worth mentioning.

What I'm talking about here is the refining of qi, the refining of qi to transform the spirit, the refining of the gods and the emptiness, and the refining of the emptiness and the Dao, which are completely different from the immortal system he cultivated.

The world he lives in is the foundation, congenital, acquired, and even Xuanming, and almost complete foundation construction can be comparable to the existence of the peak of the inner strength martial artist.

After understanding this, Su Yan suddenly became clear and was very grateful to Hua Lao.

The two walked out to each other, and the girl and Zicong who were outside immediately asked concerned.

"How is the master?"

"Haha, the guy is nice and nice."

Hua Lao didn't explain the result. Naturally, he wanted to keep a thin noodle, because it was already difficult for him to tell a tie.

Seeing this, Zicong looked thoughtful, and his eyes were even more obvious when looking at Su Yan.

"Old Hua, if nothing happens, I will leave first."

Naturally, Su Yan didn't want to stay in this place more. He just wanted to find the treasures of Fengshui and cultivate hard.

Hua Lao didn't stop, and handed Su Yan a black card, and said lightly: "You and I are predestined, this card will be given to you, and there is no need for money to spend in the future."

Su Yan is short of money now, and there is no guarantee for the next meal. Hearing what Hua Lao said, he didn't intend to be extra happy.

Su Yan took the card directly, without the slightest intention of resigning, which caused Hua Lao and Xu Lao to smile.

Seeing Su Yan's leaving figure, the two of them recovered, while Hua Lao's expression was full of solemn expression.

"Is he really that strong?"

Zi Cong asked hurriedly, his heart still fluctuating.

"Well, it's very strong, the future of this son is unlimited, but it can be used by me."

...

After leaving the Budokan, Su Yan walked on the busy street with no purpose.

With the card, food and clothing are solved, but the current residence is not guaranteed.

"Unexpectedly, it's unreasonable that the great Emperor Xianwu would be embarrassed by the residence!"

Su Yan's voice was so loud that pedestrians on the road cast weird eyes at him, treating him as a lunatic.

"Forget it, I didn't expect it was just a discussion, and I got hungry again. Let me fill up my stomach first."

Su Yan looked around, and there was a restaurant on the black card just across the street.

Go straight across the sidewalk and head towards the hotel.

Entering inside, Su Yan couldn't help but nodded slightly. This restaurant is not ordinary, it is absolutely high-end.

This made him feel that Hua Lao is not an ordinary person, even thinking about it, with his skill, which local tyrant does not want to make friends.

He was greeted by a waitress who was very cute and her face was tender enough to drip water.

"Well, not bad, perfect figure."

Upon hearing Su Yan's words, the waitress blushed and threw the menu directly to him.

And the male waiter on the side came over and said with an unkind expression: "What did you just say?"

"I said she is in good shape, what's wrong?"

Su Yan said indifferently.

"A hillbilly also wants to eat here, can you afford it?!"

The waiter squinted at Su Yan, showing contempt.

It’s not to blame for the male waiter. Su Yan was all alone in the stall, and the total amount was only two hundred yuan. This restaurant can't get a casual meal without a thousand yuan.

The waitress also walked over angrily just now. At first she didn't notice Su Yan at all. Now that she heard what the waitress said, she couldn't help but hate Su Yan even more.

"The cheapest food we have here is also three hundred and ninety-nine. Can you afford it!"

Su Yan looked at the two with a slight anger, not because of their words, but because they wasted his time and became more hungry.

"Here is the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea to Make Arhats, and the braised lion head, steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose, all come.

Su Yan ordered one portion one by one, without any consideration at all, let alone the price above.

Of course, bear paws are just a substitute for food. Bears protect animals and are naturally forbidden to eat. As for deer tails, they are also artificially bred.

Seeing that Su Yan ordered more than 30 dishes, the waiters and waitresses did not show any respect, but became even more angry.

"You, a poor ghost who is full of goods, dare to order so many dishes, are you here to find the difference?!"

The barman pointed directly at Su Yan, his face even more angry and contemptuous.

"Find your sister, and serve me quickly."

Su Yan was very upset and couldn't help but look angry.

The words of the three immediately attracted the attention of the people around them, and they looked at Su Yan one after another, all showing contempt.

Those who eat here are either high-level employees or white-collar workers. They are all people from the upper class. They are all dressed up and dressed very dignified and formal. They are all famous brands. Su Yan is incompatible with them.

It's no wonder that these people showed contempt when they saw Su Yan.

"I am a guest, you are just waiters, don't you follow the request of the guest!"

Su Yan looked at the two calmly and directly scolded them, since these two people don't give him face so much, why should he give them face.