Chapter 83 Immortal Cultivator

It was late at night and very cold.

A man in a tattered suit staggered down the street.

His face was covered with bruises, and he was holding a bottle of wine and pouring it into his mouth.

"Damn it! Damn it! Wei Ming! Fuck you! You don't treat me as a human being at all!"

The man was Nie San.

He had just been beaten up in public by Wei Ming, and his face was completely gone.

Nie San took a big gulp of wine, and the scenes of him trying to please Wei Ming appeared in front of him.

"I've been your dog for so long, and you actually beat me in front of so many people!"

"Don't you just have a director as your sister? Who do you think you are!"

Nie San lived like a eunuch all his life, just for that little face.

As a result, the most precious thing is the easiest to lose.

Many people know that he is Wei Ming's man, many people know that Wei Ming is his backer, and many people know that Nie San is Wei Ming's lackey.

Many people are afraid of Nie San because of this.

And tonight...

It is most hurtful for a servant to be taught a lesson by his master in public.

After tonight, he will be the laughing stock of the entire South China Sea!

Nie San was drunk and acted like a lunatic on the street.

Passersby looked at him sideways.

Nie San threw the bottle of wine and cursed:

"Are you looking at me? Fuck you! I am the director of the East District Public Security Bureau! If you look at me again, I will arrest you all!"

Passersby did not believe that such a drunkard was the director of the Public Security Bureau, and they did not want to argue with him, so they dispersed.

Nie San drank the wine one mouthful after another and walked towards home.

He did not know that a big drama prepared for him was waiting for him, the protagonist, to arrive on the way home.

In the deserted park.

Nie San was drunk.

He could not support himself and sat on the shabby bench, rubbing his temples.

A melodious and old song came from a distance.

"People are just passing by, so why bother to talk about where their hometown is?

It's okay to be content with what you have, and the world is full of flowers.

Even if there are thousands of lords in the world, they won't exchange for a pot of wine from me."

If the breeze sits with me

Haha! If you can't become an immortal, you can become a Buddha!"

Nie San rubbed his sleepy eyes.

I saw an old man in a tattered Taoist robe staggering towards this side.

The old man in the Taoist robe stopped in front of Nie San.

The two old eyes greedily looked at the wine bottle in Nie San's hand:

"My friend, can you give me some wine? I can give you a chance to be an immortal!"

Nie San waved his hands irritably:

"Get out, old beggar, go beg somewhere else!"

The old man in the Taoist robe was stunned for a moment, and then laughed strangely:

"Hehehe! I like your personality! How about being my disciple?"

Nie San: "Be your mother. "

The old man in Taoist robe shook his head and said regretfully:

"Seeing that you have excellent physique, I think you can get the road to immortality.

Well, we are not destined to be together!"

The old Taoist sighed, singing a song while walking forward with shaky steps.

Nie San was completely speechless and muttered: "Idiot. "

At this moment, twelve figures rushed out from the forest behind Nie San.

Nie San was sobered up by the shock. Could it be that an enemy came to seek revenge on him?

He hurriedly hid under the bench, holding his head.

He thought about it carefully.

That's not right!

Since he took office as the director of the North District, he has not even dared to catch a criminal. Who can he make an enemy with?

Where the hell did my enemies come from? Why am I hiding?

After thinking it through, Nie San bravely stuck his head out and looked at the appearance of those people.

They were wearing masks, and each of them had extremely strong spiritual fluctuations, and they exuded powerful supernatural light.

Masters!

All masters!

The masked men passed by the bench where Nie San was and chased after the old Taoist.

In less than a moment, those people surrounded the old Taoist.

The old Taoist sighed:

"Alas! You are here after all!"

The masked man in the lead said coldly:

"Tian Sui Taoist, you betrayed the guild, how can you have the face to live in the world! "

The old Taoist shook his head and whispered:

"I take the sky as my age, so I should live forever!

How can we cultivators of our generation be bound by the mortal world!"

Nie San, who was peeking from afar, was shocked.

Taoist of Tian Sui? Taking the sky as my age?

Am I dreaming?

There are still cultivators in this world?

The masked man said sternly:

"Aren't you afraid of the president's punishment? !"

The old Taoist sneered:

"How can the president care about a small character like me?

But you, a group of low-level hunters, are qualified to suppress me, an old Taoist? !

It's better if the high-level hunters come!"

Nie San felt that knowledge entered his mind in a strange way again.

President? Hunter? High-level hunter?

This sounds awesome!

These low-level hunters are so awesome, how awesome will the president be?

The masked people felt insulted and said angrily:

"Die! "

The twelve masked men showed their strength one after another.

Some of them turned their arms into blades, some could summon wind blades at will, and some transformed into a giraffe orc.

Nie San was quite knowledgeable, and he could see that they were all C-rank masters!

The twelve masked men rushed towards the Taoist priest, determined to tear him apart!

These were twelve C-rank masters, a strong force anywhere!

The Taoist priest took a sip of wine calmly.

His body was also changing.

Soon, the old Taoist's skin turned pale, his eyes were ashen, and he looked like a dead man!

It was as if he was using some kind of evil magic!

The old Taoist suddenly attacked, and seemed to use invisible power to fight with the twelve people.

In just a few minutes, the twelve people were defeated and collapsed one after another!

The masked man in the lead covered his chest, as if he was seriously injured.

He looked at the old Taoist in disbelief:

"You, you, you, you succeeded?"

The old Taoist's eyes showed a hint of arrogance, and he looked up to the sky and roared:

"It is not my wish to fall into the devil's way now!

It's just that the immortal road is difficult to ascend, the old Taoist can only ask for longevity!

Considering that you and I have a comradeship, I will not kill you!"

The masked man in the lead glanced at the old Taoist unwillingly, clenched his teeth:

"Retreat!"

The twelve masked men came quickly and left quickly, and disappeared in the park in a short while.

The old Taoist sighed, his body returned to normal, and there was an indescribable loneliness in his turbid old eyes.

"Alas! It's hard to become an immortal!

The worldly customs of two taels of wine dare to shatter my immortal dream!"

The old Taoist took out the gourd from his waist and poured it into his mouth. Not a drop was left.

The old Taoist laughed at himself:

"Haha, this wine is gone too."

After that, he walked into the darkness with drunken steps.

Nie San's mouth was wide open, and he was still shocked.

Is there really someone who cultivates immortality?

Cultivating immortality is not something in novels!

The old Taoist's supernatural power is not stronger than mine, but he can beat twelve C-levels!

This must be the power of a cultivator!

Didn't the old Taoist say that he would accept me as his disciple?

Can I also cultivate immortality?

Forget about cultivating immortality, it's okay to cultivate demons!

Didn't you see how powerful the old Taoist was after he became a demon?

Twelve C-levels were easily killed by him with a few moves!

Nie San's palms were sweating, and he felt that a great opportunity was right in front of him!

Nie San hurriedly crawled out from under the bench, holding the half-finished bottle of wine and chasing after the old Taoist priest.

"Master! Master!"

The old Taoist priest turned around and looked at Nie San who was chasing him with a smile:

"Who is your master? Don't shout nonsense."

Nie San knelt on the ground with a "thump", holding up half a bottle of Erguotou in both hands, and said loudly:

"It is my disciple who is blind!

Please, Master, take me to cultivate immortality!"

The old Taoist priest shook his head:

"You just rejected me, I will not accept you again."

Nie San wanted to slap himself a few times, he was almost regretting it!

He saw that the old Taoist priest's eyes were always staring at the Erguotou in his hand.

Nie San hurriedly said:

"Disciple will definitely be filial to Master!

Maozi, all for Master to enjoy!"

The old Taoist priest's eyes lit up:

"Good disciple, what sister did you say is all for Master to enjoy?

Let's go and sit aside and talk in detail!"

Nie San: "???"