All the people on the scene, only Meng ran, dressed in white, stood with his hands down and his eyes were as light as a lake. When he saw the visitors, he just nodded.

It was as if the earthly immortal, who had cut off China, could not enter his eyes.

When Ning Wenbin saw that the crowd was stunned, he immediately exclaimed in a angry voice:

"Why are you still in a daze! Salute! Master Yin is the master of contemporary Tai Chi. His identity and qualifications are comparable to that of the guardian God of China

Boom!

"The Lord of Tai Chi" is comparable to the guardian God of China! These big words from Ning Wenbin's mouth spit out, just like thunder in the sky, causing shock!

The guards around him knelt on one knee and kowtowed to the old man.

As for the old general Liu Chengwu, he was shocked and trembled at the corners of his mouth! "Liu Chengwu met Mr. Yin!" he said without hesitation

What an absurd scene!

Liu Chengwu, who is over 60 years old and has white temples, is actually calling his "elder" in the face of this old man in Tang costume who looks almost the same age as him!

However, no one dares to laugh at such an absurd scene.

All the people on the scene were solemn and solemn, and the whole body was shaking!

"The master of Tai Chi? You are You are the descendant of Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren! " Ning Feixuan, dressed in a tight leather suit, has a big red lip. Rao is the beauty of the iceberg. At the moment, her scalp is numb.

In the face of the impolite Ning Feixuan, Ning Wenbin immediately yelled, "Fei Xuan! Master Yin is a disciple of Zhenzhen Zhang! "

When he said this, not only was Ning Feixuan, but also Liu Chengwu and Meng ran, and their faces did not change.

"Disciple of immortal Zhang!? He was a real man eight hundred years ago

Ning Feixuan only feel dizzy, shocked speechless!

Meng Ran's eyes narrowed slightly, a pair of sword eyebrows wrinkled tightly, and his eyes fell straight on Yin Ping's body.

"Shouyuan, a monk in jiedan realm, should not last for more than 600 years. Since the aura of heaven and earth has dried up, it is right that no miraculous medicine can grow to increase longevity. What's more, Yin Ping's blood is not exhausted, and the day of his doom is not yet near. Is it possible that he has an adventure? "

Meng Ran has roughly guessed pinglao's accomplishments. His skill is equal to that of the monks in the later period of jiedan.

But in the cosmos, it is difficult for the monk Shou yuan of jiedan realm to surpass 600 years.

Meng ran wants to come, Yin Qingxue, this guard, must have an adventure!

Just as Meng ran pondered over and over again, Yin Ping waved his hand at will and said calmly, "there is no need to be polite. I have been in seclusion for a long time, and I haven't asked about the affairs of the world."

Ning Wenbin got up slowly and asked respectfully, "I don't know what happened to Mr. Yin's coming here?"

Ning Wenbin knew that the man had already retired, and his whereabouts were more uncertain. If you show up rashly, you will have a plan.

Hearing Ning Wenbin's words, pinglaoqi didn't fight at all. He pointed to Meng ran, blew his beard and glared at him and said, "it's not for this stinky boy!"

"Er..."

This time, Ning Wenbin, Liu Chengwu and others were all stunned.

"Is it a Xue?" Meng ran slightly a Leng, immediately react to come over, can't help shaking his head to laugh.

He had to ask a monk of jiedan realm to protect him. Meng ran felt that nature was making people laugh and cry.

"Master Yin, what do you mean?" Ning Wenbin asked carefully.

Mr. Ping sighed, and said with some helplessness:

"this boy has some friendship with my miss. I hope you can sell me a favor, put down the matter of tonight and give this boy to me."