The woman in front of her was like a fairy who was super dust, which was a light and agile feeling that the body could not compare with.

Zhang Yifeng coughed lightly and bowed, "Zhang Yifeng is a disciple who has just joined Nanmengnan. Didn't you ask for the name of the senior sister?"

Hearing this, a strange color flashed in the woman's ethereal eyes, and it flew away in a flash. She nodded gently: "Follow me, go and get the waist card, and find a place to live in this empty island to practice."

The south is south, or the entire Tianwai Tian, ​​the rules are not so complicated. The so-called master leads the door and practices in the individual, and in Tianwai Tian, ​​this is even more magnified by crazily.

Following the woman, seeing that the woman was unwilling to speak much, Zhang Yifeng naturally saved the talk, took the waist card, and went south to the south. Walking here would be much more convenient.

The temple is vast and looks like it just stands in the galaxy, but it seems that it has used some kind of space secret technique, which makes this temple very vast but close to you.

Following the woman, she turned several halls. Along the way, Zhang Yifeng noticed that many eyes were looking at him, and there was a strange look in these eyes, as if she was thinking about where Zhang Yifeng came from.

Obviously, the identity of the woman in front of her is not simple.

Of course, Zhang Yifeng didn't care about these things. After entering this temple, Zhang Yifeng was naturally happy to be idle with such a person who knew the south and had a good identity to lead the way.

In front of a hall called Fantiao Hall, the woman stopped.

"You just go there by yourself. I think Xiao Yuer has arranged everything, so it shouldn't be too troublesome."

As soon as the words fell, the breeze blew by, and the woman's figure disappeared immediately.

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows. The monks in the south and south seemed to be so decisive.

In front of me, the Fuku Hall looks quite simple, and the wooden boards with rich traces of time are already a bit decay, but the whole hall still exudes an extraordinary feeling. From the outside, the various mortise and tenon wooden board splicings are obviously not big, but they exudes a magnificent momentum.

"It is worthy of being the well-deserved Immortal Sect."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng stepped into this troubled hall.

The wooden door made a harsh creaking sound. As soon as the door opened, the passing wind brought a heavy dust into the hall, and the whole silence inside the hall seemed extremely drowsy, and it could even be said to be a little dim.

The corners of the hall are covered with spider webs, and the dust on the ground is thick. I think no one has come here for a long time.

Just as Zhang Yifeng looked around, behind the door, a thin and shriveled arm stretched out from behind a baffle, grabbed the baffle, and supported her body with difficulty. What came towards her was a pungent smell of alcohol.

Behind the baffle, there is an old man with rosacea.

The old man was sleepy and his drooping eyelids were barely opened, revealing his red and blood-filled eyes, his hair was sparse, and his whole head was covered with old-fashioned spots, which looked like he was about to die. The clothes on his body, like Zhao Tiansheng, should be just an ordinary disciple in the south.

But this is even more strange. This old man must be quite old, but how can such a strong realm and status stand firm in the south-center?

This place is a fierce competition among the prides of heaven. At least along the way, the old man in front of him is the oldest person Zhang Yifeng has ever seen in the south south.

"Who are you?"

The old man held up, wiped the yellow booze at the corners of his eyes, poked his head, and looked at Zhang Yifeng up and down.

"Zhang Yifeng, a new disciple who joined Nanmengnan."

"oh."

The old man responded and fell behind the baffle with a bang.

Seeing the clearness in front of him, Zhang Yifeng's mouth twitched. Why did he see such strange people after coming to this south?

After a long time, a snoring came from behind the baffle. Zhang Yifeng gritted his teeth. The old man actually lay down and fell asleep?

He reached out and knocked on the baffle. At this time, Zhang Yifeng realized that there was no baffle? It was a desk, but it was already broken, leaving only the outermost wooden board that was still forcibly struggling to fall down.

The sound rang out, and the old man turned up from behind the baffle like stress, and looked at Zhang Yifeng: "Hey, you little kid are so ignorant. Old man, I just sleep for a while. What can you do if you wait for a moment?"

Smelling the pungent smell of alcohol, Zhang Yifeng said in his heart, "I'm afraid you don't know when you're going to sleep."

Zhang Yifeng didn't want to stay for too long in this trouble hall, so he told his purpose straightforwardly. The old man stretched his waist and a decadent aura came. Then the old man returned to his loose appearance, and seemed to be completely careless about the death aura.

"This is your waist card, this is your disciple's regular server. Later, go to the galaxy and find an empty island to live in, just hiccup!"

Two inspirational lights flashed in the old man's hand, a waist-baring card and a set of regular clothes, wrapped in luster and fell into Zhang Yifeng's hands.

"Okay, just leave quickly if you have nothing to do. Close the door. Old man, I don't like seeing the light."

After handing it to Zhang Yifeng, the old man waved his hand and fell head-on after the baffle. After a few breaths, a loud snoring sound came from behind the baffle.

Zhang Yifeng's mouth twitched, he ignored the old man, turned around and walked out of the trouble hall, and closed the wooden door that was about to fall apart.

"No wonder no one came here. I'm afraid no one is willing to get along with this weird old man."

Just as he was thinking about this, a boy walked towards him. The boy was carrying a few food wrapped in oil paper in one hand, emitting a strong aroma of meat, and carrying two pots of wine in the other hand. Zhang Yifeng felt uneasy when he smelled the aroma of wine. Obviously, the ordinary wine pot contained in the wine pot was quite magical.

"Old man Lai, see what good things I bring to you!"

The young man shouted, and then Zhang Yifeng heard a slamming sound from the Fushe Hall behind him. Old Man Lai kicked open the wooden door of the Fushe Hall, and his red eyes shone brightly, just like a peerless pervert seeing a delicate beauty.

But it seemed that due to the sunshine outside, Old Man Lai only jumped in front of the door, but did not run out and snatch the wine and meat from the boy.

"Hurry up, deliver it to the old man quickly. Oh, I will know at this moment that this must be the good wine from Tianxianglou!"

"Hey, nothing can escape your old man Lai's nose!"

The boy smiled and walked to the annoyance hall, handed the wine and meat to Old Man Lai, as if he had noticed Zhang Yifeng's figure at this time.

"Who is this?"

"A new disciple, Zhang Yifeng."

"Zhang Yifeng?"
Chapter completed!