Thinking of this, Yang Ling said tentatively, "master Wan Jian, you are the immortal master of the hall. It's really out of the style of the family to come and play with such a friar as this!"

the sharp light converged and turned into joy again. The true color said: "Wan Jian dare not play with his teacher. He really wants to learn from him!"

Yang Ling laughed angrily: "does immortal worship immortal as his teacher?"

master Wan Jian smiled bitterly: "don't be angry, teacher. Listen to me slowly."

Yangling also felt that there was no possibility that Baba could come to amuse people. He said lightly, "you can listen...