World's Unparalleled Emperor

"Come, come, Patriarch, I am the new protector. I have long heard of the Patriarch's great name and have never witnessed your glory. Today, my Gold will give you a toast!"

Everyone in Southern Palace City knew that the strongest person had come out from closed door cultivation. In these two years, the city had flourished with the trend of cultivation, and the Nan Gong Family had even recruited many people with other surnames, so they knew how to use people. As long as they had the ability, whether they were members of the Nan Gong Family or not, they would give them great importance.

Hehe, Gold, right? Not bad, you have a bright future.

However, there was one thing that he should really do for her. This chubby girl had a fat body, but had an angel's face that seemed like an intellectual sage. She was truly fat and not greasy.

He picked up a bowl and introduced it loudly in front of everyone's shocked eyes: "Ancestor, I, Cui Huaer, admire you the most when it comes to young and beautiful, err, pei, wrong. You're truly a genius, not only did you break through to the peak of the Late Spirit Gathering at such a young age, your strength is comparable to a genuine Patriarch's. Today, no matter what, I, Cui Huaer, must do it first, so that I can give myself three bowls! I only hope that Ancestor can take a sip for Cui Huaer's sake! "

The current her was like an alcoholic, no, a wine god. She picked up the wine cup and started to drink, one mouthful at a time, and before she even finished the first bowl, she went to fill the second bowl with wine. With her right hand, she threw the bowl towards her left and continued to drink.

"You have a future!" He had a bright future ahead of him! Since you are so magnanimous, I, Zhang Nan, will not only drink one mouthful, I will dry this bowl! "

Zhang Nan originally wanted to say that he would also get three bowls, but seeing many people looking at him with faces full of desire, he could not help but convert them into a bowl, patted Cui Huaer's shoulders, and then decided to eat one bowl in one go.

Zhang Nan immediately covered his burning and red cheeks with both hands, feeling extremely happy in his heart. Zhang Nan had actually called her sister, because even though she looked young, she had actually trained for hundreds of years, and many cultivators only needed to carefully take care of her, so her skin would be as white as they please. For example, if a girl didn't want to have a baby, she could control her periods freely, and might not have any periods for five years.

Of course, what made Cui Huaer happy was not only that Zhang Nan had called her sister, but she had also patted her shoulder and said that she had a future.

Very quickly, an old man with a nose filled with alcohol walked in front of Zhang Nan: "They all call me old drunkard, haha, many years, I have already forgotten the name, Ancestor, I feel that you should get a famous name for yourself, other Patriarchs should all have names, some should have weapons or martial skills to give them names, so, since you are now the patriarch, your name cannot be lacking!"

old drunkard's face was flushed red, his movements erratic. He picked up a large bowl with his right hand, which was filled with waves of wine. His left hand held onto a wine jar, and after he finished speaking, he even burped.

"Name?"

Zhang Nan was stunned, he never thought that, this ancestor was forced onto his head by these people, and even now, he was still overwhelmed by them. He was only at the Elixir Spirit Realm level, but his cultivation was still at the peak of the Late Spirit Gathering, and was just a step away from it. After all, his cultivation was destined, and if he could not find the last three treasures, he would never be able to cultivate Elixir Spirit Realm.

"Yes, uh, name! "Think about it!"

old drunkard had a head of silver hair that was tied up high, this outfit looked like the martial arts experts in ancient costume dramas, but here, he was an expert on Late Spirit Gathering Realm. From the looks of it, he had been cultivating for many years, and would not be able to break through for more than ten or twenty years, he estimated that he would not even be able to live for much longer.

After he finished speaking, he raised the bowl and drank. After drinking, he burped again and the smell of the wine continued to dissipate.

"What's his name?" Zhang Nan started to ponder in his heart. Indeed, other Patriarchs would become famous, and since he was preparing to become a Patriarch, he had to at least give himself a name, Zhang Nan the Patriarch? He was the first one to rule out the possibility. This title was too rustic, only people who had never read a book could take such a title. After all, he had taken a few red flowers in kindergarten before he transmigrated, so he couldn't be so old-fashioned.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he thought of an extremely good name. He poured himself a bowl of wine and gulped it down, wiping away the remaining wine stains on the corner of his mouth excitedly: "Damn it, Patriarch Six-Daos!"