I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

"Class is over!"

Following Xu Xiang's light shout, the five hundred warriors sitting in the huge square stood up and saluted him.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior!"

Five hundred people spoke at the same time, and their voices surged and echoed like waves.

As the crowd gradually dispersed, only a sparse number of about a hundred people remained.

They were all martial artists other than the Fuzhen Temple disciples, and they gathered together to discuss and debate.

Xu Xiang patted his robe, stood up and walked downstairs.

Seeing Xu Xiang stand up, several people in the crowd immediately followed him.

"Listening to your cultivation experience today is worth ten years of hard work!"

A short, fat man smiled and flattered.

"We were blind and almost offended you, so we offer you this fine wine to apologize to you."

After saying that, the person behind him hurriedly handed over a pot of wine and placed it in front of Xu Xiang with both hands.

In the past few days, they have figured out the preferences of this senior in the Hunyuan realm, and have specially prescribed the right remedy.

Xu Xiang chuckled, opened the lid of the cup, took a deep sniff, and showed an intoxicated look.

"Although Dayuan is a martial arts desert, its wine-making skills are much better than those filthy fellows in Mohai."

He took a big gulp and groaned in pleasure.

In Mohai, wine is a good thing, but unfortunately due to the geographical environment, the brewed wine is almost impossible to swallow.

Even the fruit wine brewed by the people of the Yuan Dynasty themselves is much better than the so-called fine wine in Mo Hai. If such fine wine were in Mo Hai, I would not be able to afford it.

Seeing that Xu Xiang was satisfied, those people couldn't help but smile.

As long as I serve this gentleman well, and he gives me some pointers, I might be able to break through.

One of them rubbed his hands, nodded and said, "It is an honor for our Yuan Dynasty to be praised by you, senior."

This man has a square face and looks intimidating without even getting angry. He is usually serious and is a well-known martial arts celebrity in the world, known as the Iron-faced Yama.

If other people saw him nodding and bowing like this, I wonder how many people would be shocked.

"For the sake of this bottle of wine, if you have any questions about martial arts, please feel free to tell me."

Xu Xiang took another sip, and as the mellow and sweet wine went down his throat and into his stomach, his face turned slightly red.

Several people were overjoyed when they heard this, and they all told about their doubts and bottlenecks in practice.

Xu Xiang held the wine jug and drank while giving guidance to several people.

As soon as the wine in the pot was empty, someone would immediately hand over another pot, and the flow of wine continued.

In just a few words, Xu Xiang pointed out the bottleneck that had been bothering them for a long time, and everyone bowed to him to express their gratitude.

"It is a great honor for the seniors to be willing to guide and promote juniors like me who have met by chance."

"It's just that we are stupid. We have practiced for decades but have only reached this level. I'm afraid that the disciples of the seniors are much stronger than us."

Hearing this, Xu Xiang put down the wine jug that he had just raised to his mouth and sighed deeply.

When they saw this, they all felt a jolt in their hearts, thinking that they had said something wrong.

They all watched with their eyes and noses, waiting for what was to come.

"My lineage has extremely strict requirements for accepting disciples, so the number of disciples has always been small, and sometimes it is even passed down to only one person."

"I did have a disciple originally, but unfortunately, he died at the hands of the Holy Sky Island."

Having said that, Xu Xiang seemed to have no desire to drink any more.

Several people secretly groaned in their hearts.

They originally wanted to test the waters, but unexpectedly they hit Xu Xiang's sore spot.

If this senior from Hunyuan Realm was displeased because of what they said, then all the efforts they had made over the past few days would have been in vain.

But at the same time, they also felt a little secretly happy.

It’s good to die. It’s a good death.

If they didn't have a disciple, they could still give it a try with their fantasy, but if they had a disciple, they wouldn't even have a chance.

"Please accept my condolences, Senior. I am sorry for being rude."

"But senior, you don't have to be too pessimistic. Our Great Yuan territory is not only vast but also rich in resources. There are also many talented people emerging one after another. Why should you worry about this?"

"If you don't mind, there are several disciples in my Wuxuan Sect who are very talented and intelligent. You may want to meet them. Maybe you will have a chance to meet them."

After the purpose was stated, the rest of the people also spoke up.

"I also have a few people in Tianji Pavilion..."

"Senior, I, the young master of Fengxing Villa, am also..."

"My Yuding sect has eighteen disciples, all of whom are gifted, wise and brave..."

Xu Xiang didn't say anything, but just wandered around Fuzhen Temple aimlessly.

Of course he knew the purpose of these people, but what Xu Xiang said was by no means an exaggeration, it was indeed true.

His master's generation still had a junior fellow apprentice, but when it came to Xu Xiang, it was a single-line inheritance, and the same was true for his apprentice.

After his disciple died at the hands of the Holy Sky Island, Xu Xiang no longer had the desire to accept any more disciples.

"Senior, senior..."

Seeing that Xu Xiang didn't say anything, several people thought that he was making a decision in his heart, so they wanted to add fuel to the fire and make this good thing happen.

Just as these people were making a lot of noise, Xu Xiang's random gaze suddenly stopped and fell on a certain place.

Under the ancient tree, a little girl in light blue short training clothes was practicing martial arts with great concentration.

Her hair was carefully braided into two small braids, hanging on both sides of her shoulders. Her red face was covered with sweat, but her eyes were shining with determination.

The girl has a petite figure and looks no more than six or seven years old, but every movement she makes appears agile and powerful.

She was seen kicking and punching from time to time. Each move revealed her extraordinary skills. Her movements were light and agile, just like a nimble kitten playing.

Xu Xiang took a step forward and moved several feet away, staring at the girl intently, fearing that she would disappear in the next second.

Qing'er was practicing basic skills with a huff, concentrating completely on her work.

Suddenly, her eyes blurred and a drunk man suddenly appeared in front of her, which scared Qing'er and made her scream.

Without waiting for Qing'er to ask, Xu Xiang said directly: "Are you willing to be my disciple?"

Several martial arts masters who were trying to flatter and curry favor with him were all stunned when they heard this, as if they couldn't believe their ears.

No, didn’t you just say that your lineage is extremely strict in accepting disciples, and sometimes it is even passed down to only one person?

How come when you meet someone you just say you will take him in as your apprentice? Is it that casual?

They looked at each other, unable to believe what Xu Xiang said.

So he was just teasing us?

Qing'er pursed her lips and frowned slightly, feeling very dissatisfied with this drunken man who interrupted her practice.

"I do not want it."

After saying that, he changed place and continued to practice basic skills.