I'm Really Not A Master Cultivator

Chapter 810: Accept Me As A Disciple?

“He is your master?”

Ahead, the Man Emperor was slightly taken aback when he heard this. Then, his eyes fell on Mo Fan not far away. At this moment, his eyes were full of weird colors.

He didn’t think Mo Fan was so strong!

“court death!”

Hearing this, the old Shenglong was furious.

This guy dared to provoke seniors.

Really looking for death!

The voice fell.

He lifted the dragon’s claws abruptly.

The dragon’s claws covered with scales carried a shocking power at this moment, and suddenly fell down, extremely fast.

As this dragon claw fell, a shock of power suddenly burst out, spreading out towards the surroundings, and the surrounding space became solidified at this moment.

“Holy Dragon?”

The emperor raised his head and looked down. There was an indifferent arc at the corner of his mouth. The next moment, he made a fist with his right hand and slammed it towards the holy dragon below.

boom!

With this punch down.

Suddenly, a low and breaking wind sounded in the void.

The surrounding space was distorted at this moment, spreading out towards the surroundings like ripples, shocked.

The strength of this barbarian emperor is extremely terrifying, and the methods are amazing.

“Roar!”

Ahead, Shenglong saw this scene, let out a deep roar, and let out a dragon roar.

Reverberating throughout the world.

When fighting here.

Another figure came towards this side.

This is an old man with gray hair.

He came to this side.

As the black robe old man walked, he looked around, not knowing what he was looking at.

At a certain moment, he suddenly found Mo Fan below.

The moment he saw Mo Fan, his pupils shrank suddenly, revealing a look of horror on his face.

“This…this is the legendary overlord body!”

“Unexpectedly! I actually met Tyrant Body here. Hahahahaha!”

At a certain moment, the black robe old man showed excitement on his face and laughed wildly.

Below.

Old Shenglong is at war with the Barbarian Emperor.

“Roar!”

The old sacred dragon raised his hair and let out a earth-shaking dragon roar, echoing throughout the world.

In the front, the Man Emperor blasted out with a punch. This punch was extremely powerful, and when he went forward, he still radiated extra energy.

This surplus force swept over like a hurricane, and it also fell on Mo Fan.

“Humph!”

However, at this moment, a cold snort resounded in the void.

I saw that from above, a figure came quickly towards this side.

It was the black-robed old man surprisingly.

The black-robed old man squinted his eyes, and the cold light in his eyes kept flickering. He snorted coldly, “Who dares to hurt my disciple!”

In his opinion, Mo Fan is already his disciple!

As the words fell, the figure of the black-robed old man appeared directly beside Mo Fan. Then, he raised his head and looked at the barbarian emperor in front of him.

The strength of this punch is extremely amazing.

Fist and fist collision.

Suddenly, a deep roar sounded in the void.

Immediately afterwards.

A figure suddenly backed away at this moment.

He flew out like a cannonball and landed heavily on the ground.

This person is a barbarian emperor!

Mandi squinted his eyes, the cold light in his eyes kept flickering, he looked at the black robe old man in front of him firmly: “Who is your Excellency!”

“Old man overlord!”

The overlord looked at the barbarian emperor in front of him, and said lightly, with domineering self-confidence in his words.

“Overlord!”

When the Man Emperor heard this, he squinted his eyes, and the cold light in his eyes became more intense at this moment. He raised his head, looked at the Overlord in front of him, and said, “Where are the people!”

“I am a strong man in the ancient times!”

“Fart!”

Before he finished speaking, the Overlord said unceremoniously in front of him.

As a strong man in the Primordial Period, Mandi was respected and he had never been so humiliated. When he heard this, the corners of his eyes twitched, staring at the overlord in front of him, snorted coldly, and the voice fell, he said. The figure suddenly shot towards the Overlord in front of him, at a very fast speed, like a bolt of lightning.

As he went forward, his right hand punched again.

“Wild Fist!”

As his voice fell, a wisp of gray air flow appeared in his right hand, which kept entwining, exuding an aura of horror.

He slammed out with a punch.

The power of this punch is definitely stronger than the previous one.

“Humph!”

The black-robed old man looked forward and gave a cold snort. He turned to look at Mo Fan, his expression changed again and he became extremely harmonious.

This face becomes so fast!

“Good boy, I will teach you a punch now!”

“This boxing is called Tyrant Boxing, and the power of this boxing is extremely terrifying!”

The black robe old man said slowly.

As soon as this remark came out.

The cultivator standing behind Mo Fan was stunned.

What is this old man doing?

Calling senior his disciple?

This is too courageous!

Another ignorant person!

When Old Shenglong heard this, the corners of his eyes were twitching.

Huh!

At this moment, the black-robed old man didn’t know Mo Fan’s true identity. In his eyes, Mo Fan was his disciple.

He took a step, the whole figure slammed forward, blasted out with a punch, and used his tyrant punch.

There was golden light on the fist.

With this punch down.

The surrounding space was distorted at this moment, shocked.

boom!

This punch fell.

Suddenly, in front of him, the entire figure of Mandi flew out like a cannonball, and fell heavily to the ground.

Moreover, his whole body was trembling, and it shattered directly, leaving only a remnant soul in the end.

This remnant soul looked at the Overlord in horror.

“Amazing!”

Mo Fan raised his head, watching this scene, his eyelids twitched fiercely, and he looked at the Overlord in front of him.

As soon as he said this, old Sage and other cultivator’s eyelids twitched fiercely.

Hearing Mo Fan’s words, Tyrant’s face couldn’t help showing a smile. He proudly stepped into the void, raised his head, and his eyes fell on Mo Fan again. The more he looked at Mo Fan, the more satisfied he was, and he touched it. Touching his white goatee, he said leisurely: “From today, you will be the direct disciple of this emperor!”

Heard this.

Old Shenglong and other cultivator brains were ringing non-stop, as if there were countless more thunders in his mind, he was directly stunned.

Damn it!

Haven’t the people in front of him noticed that senior is good?

rubbish!

These people dare to call themselves Overlord?

“Accept me as a disciple?”

Hearing this, Mo Fan was stunned, and another cultivator wanted to accept him as a disciple?

In fact, a lot of things like today have happened before.

Mo Fan cherished hope every time, but every time he was disappointed by the results.

He couldn’t help shaking his head.

“What? Are you unwilling?” Looking at Mo Fan, he shook his head.