Chapter 903 The Long-Lost Junior Brother

"ah?"

Nangong Ling and the others looked confused and stared at Daojun Chixing.

How could someone appear out of nowhere and become their uncle?

Could it be any more perfunctory?

Nangong Ling scratched his head, laughed dryly, and said, "Master, can we stop joking? Who is this Taoist friend from, and how can he understand the "Red Flame Heart Sutra"?"

"Who are you kidding!"

Chixing Daojun rolled his eyes, pointed at Su Zimo and said, "He understands the "Red Flame Heart Sutra", that's because he is my junior fellow apprentice!"

Nangong Ling and the others were stunned.

They are not fools.

Chixing Daojun and Su Zimo looked like this. It was obvious that they didn't know each other before. How come they became brothers in the blink of an eye?

Ruxuan stepped forward and said with a smile: "Master, please stop making trouble. Your cultivation has reached the Dharma Realm. Your junior brother is a young monk in the Nascent Soul Realm. Who would believe it!"

Chixing Daojun was also stunned by the question.

Immediately, Chixing Daojun glared at Ruxuan and scolded: "Don't follow this playful and smiling person!"

Ruxuan pursed her lips and retreated.

Chixing Daojun had a straight face and said in a deep voice: "Junior brother, his cultivation level is not high, that's normal, because junior brother's cultivation time is too short."

"My junior brother is just over one hundred and forty years old, younger than you all!"

Ruxuan and others could not tell Su Zimo's age, but Daojun Chixing could sense it.

Nangong Ling and the others were stunned.

They saw that Su Zimo had a rough appearance and a steady demeanor. He must be hundreds of years old, but they didn't expect that he was only over a hundred years old!

Over a hundred years old and seemingly very large.

But you must know that the life span of True Monarch Nascent Soul is a full thousand years. If compared to the ratio of a mortal's life span of 100 years, Su Zimo would be equivalent to a teenager in his teens!

The Nascent Soul Lord, who is more than a hundred years old, is equivalent to a strong young man in the mortal world who is more than ten years old!

Moreover, Su Zimo was in the late Nascent Soul stage, so his cultivation speed was already quite terrifying!

Nangong Ling and the others are all over 200 years old. They are all older than Su Zimo. They have only reached the early stage of Nascent Soul. They are considered rare geniuses.

Among them, Nangong Ling ranked 83rd on the list of visions!

Before this, although Su Zimo showed powerful methods, Nangong Ling did not take it seriously.

In his opinion, as long as he can cultivate to the late stage of Nascent Soul Realm, he will definitely be stronger than Su Zimo!

But unexpectedly, he has lost now.

What Nangong Ling and the others, including Daojun Chixing, don't know is that the reason why Su Zimo has practiced for more than a hundred years before reaching the late Nascent Soul realm is because he has cultivated two great souls!

Moreover, the black-haired soul among them had to practice and understand the two top techniques of immortals and Buddhas!

Although the technique is powerful, it consumes twice as much time!

Moreover, during this period, at least half of Su Zimo's soul power was used to nourish Qinglian.

The speed of cultivation improvement has invisibly slowed down a lot.

Otherwise, before he is a hundred years old, he may have reached his current state!

In fact, in terms of seniority, Su Zimo is a disciple of Dao Lord Jihuo, that is, the master of Dao Lord Chixing and the junior brother of Dao Lord Tianxin.

In this way, he is indeed Daojun Chixing's uncle.

Su Zimo looked at this scene quietly with a smile on his face and did not correct it.

Chixing Daojun has lived for more than five thousand years, so he may not be able to understand the relationship. He may just find it difficult to accept it for a while.

After all, he has a distinguished status in Bailian Sect and can be regarded as the leader of the Jihuo lineage of the sect.

Su Zimo was over a hundred years old, and in his eyes he was just a little baby.

Now, this little kid suddenly came to him and became his uncle. How can he still hang out in the sect in the future?

Every time he saw Su Zimo, he had to salute Su Zimo and call him uncle, which made him crazy just thinking about it!

Chixing Daojun pretended to be confused, but Su Zimo didn't try to expose him.

After all, he takes matters of seniority lightly, has a free and unrestrained temperament, and doesn't have many rules.

What's more, he is indeed too young.

Daojun Chixing, an old man who is more than 5,000 years old, feels a little embarrassed if Zhenruo salutes him every day and calls him uncle.

"Only over a hundred years old?"

Ruxuan looked around Su Zimo and exclaimed: "Why do I feel like an old man who is seven or eight hundred years old..."

Su Zimo smiled lightly and did not refute.

Now that he has changed his appearance, he does look much older after the disguise.

Liu Hanyan never spoke, but occasionally peeked at Su Zimo, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Nangong Ling noticed this scene and became even more anxious.

He admired Liu Hanyan in his heart and even followed her into Bailian Sect.

After what happened today, Nangong Ling always felt that he had been embarrassed in front of the one he loved, and that he had been upstaged by this person who appeared out of nowhere.

Therefore, Nangong Lingcai was somewhat targeting Su Zimo, but he had no ill intentions.

Originally, Nangong Ling was still thinking about how to show off in front of Liu Hanyan and compete with this Mo Ling in the future.

Now, this person suddenly became their senior uncle...

"This is nothing compared to nothing!"

Nangong Ling muttered in his heart: "You are one level older, you can crush me to death!"

Thinking that every time he saw Mo Ling, he had to respectfully call him uncle, Nangong Ling felt uncomfortable.

Moreover, this uncle is younger than him!

This matter, no matter how you think about it, something is wrong.

If this person is the junior disciple of Daojun Chixing, then who is this person’s master?

You must know that their masters, masters, uncles and ancestors have all fallen long ago!

Nangong Ling asked cautiously: "Master, you also have a junior brother, why have I never heard you mention it before?"

"Do I still have to tell you little kids about my affairs?"

Chixing Daojun looked sideways at Nangong Ling, pointed at Su Zimo and said: "This is my long-lost junior brother, what, no!"

"Okay, okay!"

Nangong Ling quickly agreed with a smile.

Immediately, he rolled his eyes and asked, "Who is Uncle Mo Ling's master..."

Nangong Ling was ready to get to the bottom of it and get to the bottom of it.

As a result, before he could finish asking, he was glared at by Red Star Daojun.

Chixing Daojun looked serious and said in a deep voice: "Okay, don't ask! You just need to remember that Mo Ling is your uncle!"

"The three of you will settle down your uncle well and accompany him around the sect when you have time. I'll leave first!"

Chixing Daojun had a headache when he was asked. He was afraid that he would spill the beans, so he gave an instruction and imitated Jihuo Daojun and turned around and left, leaving only Nangong Ling and the other two people looking at each other.

Nangong Ling held back a lot of questions, groaned and said nothing, and looked at Su Zimo's unconvinced face.

Ruxuan's big eyes rolled around, not knowing what she was planning.

It was Liu Hanyan who was the most solemn. He smiled slightly, came to Su Zimo and bowed, bowed and said: "Liu Hanyan, a disciple of the Jihuo lineage, has met Master Uncle Mo Ling."

"Um."

Su Zimo nodded with a smile, patted his palm in the storage bag, took out a rusty flying sword and handed it over, saying: "It's a small gift, take it."

"cut!"

When Nangong Ling saw that the flying sword was ordinary and tattered, he couldn't help but curled his lips and muttered: "You're fooling people with a broken flying sword, why don't you give it back to your master uncle."

Liu Hanyan didn't answer, but took the flying sword and injected it with magic power.

Buzz!

The flying sword trembled slightly, as if it was alive, and the sword energy was sharp!

The rust peeled off layer by layer, and five dazzling rays of light burst out from the sword, almost blinding Nangong Ling's eyes!

Five magic patterns, perfect grade, the magic weapon of the true king!

I am working hard to save the manuscript and prepare to update it after the new year~Ahem, if nothing unexpected happens...