If the bragging comes true, then it doesn’t count as bragging.

This handsome young man is naturally Ning Yuan who has been waiting for him for a long time.

That piece of labor dispatch magic tool, as long as the demander of labor applies for an appointment to meet.

The other party will be sent over at the scheduled time.

The two parties can then negotiate.

During the negotiation process, the atmosphere must be kept harmonious.

No big fights.

Otherwise they will be sent back.

Seeing Ning Yuan speak, Holy Master Ziyun looked confused: "You are..."

Can be sudden.

His eyes widened.

His eyes carefully examined Ning Yuan's body.

The more he looked, the bigger his eyes became.

"What, it's actually an emperor-level physique? Oh my god." Holy Lord Ziyun's old face turned red with excitement.

"What emperor-level physique?"

Ning Yuan had a question mark on his face.

Seeing Holy Lord Ziyun whipping out in excitement, Ning Yuan was really afraid that he would pull out for some reason.

"You control your emotions first, come on, take a cigarette."

Ning Yuan took out a box of Huazi, took out one, and handed it to Holy Master Ziyun.

Unexpectedly, Holy Lord Ziyun didn't look at Hua Zi at all, but grabbed Ning Yuan's shoulders excitedly.

"Come to our Holy Land. Our Ziyun Holy Land will definitely devote all the power of the Holy Land to cultivating you."

"Uh, um, calm down first."

Ning Yuan did not expect that this Holy Lord Ziyun would actually take a liking to him.

Could it be that my own physique also meets his requirements?

Could it be that my physique is also very awesome?

Faced with Ning Yuan's comfort, he signaled to calm down.

As for the Holy Lord, he didn't care, and his eyes became more and more fanatical: "Calm down? I can't calm down at all. You have an emperor-level physique. As long as you practice hard, breaking through the emperor is not a dream. Our Qionglu world has not had an emperor for many years. As long as you Agree to join our Holy Land, and I, the Holy Master, will let you do it.”

Holy Lord Ziyun directly made a promise.

"Well, that's not the case. I have no plans to join you. I'm a labor dispatcher and I just introduce talents to you. I don't plan to join you myself."

"Is it like this?"

Holy Lord Ziyun looked disappointed.

"Don't be disappointed. Take a look at our place to see if there are any other good seedlings that meet your requirements."

"How is it possible that there is still an emperor-level physique? It is a rare occurrence in ten thousand years. This world is so barren in spiritual energy that it is not easy to give birth to an emperor-level physique in you."

That's when.

A delivery boy flashed in front of the two of them on an electric bicycle.

Holy Lord Ziyun was originally feeling disappointed, but he glanced at it unexpectedly, and suddenly his eyes widened a hundred times.

"Emperor-level physique?"

"Another emperor-level physique?"

"Oh my god."

Holy Master Ziyun was so excited that he was about to chase after the delivery boy, but who knew that he had just used a bit of spiritual power.

The avenue of this world seemed to have locked onto him in an instant, and began to erode his aura.

He was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.

Seeing the takeaway boy walking further and further away.

It made his heart explode.

"It hurts, it hurts too much. I have lost another disciple with the qualifications of a great emperor."

Holy Lord Ziyun cried directly into his arms.

Ning Yuan comforted him from the side: "Don't be sad. There are a lot of people here. Let's take a walk and see if we have the emperor-level physique you mentioned."

Holy Master Ziyun did not raise his head, and said in a muffled voice: "You think that the emperor-level physique is just cabbage, just say it is there."

Ningyuan is located in Fangfang Park.

at this time.

A group of old men and women who had finished their morning exercises crowded past the two of them.

Their laughter made the sad Lord Ziyun raise his head.

At this sight, he couldn't turn his eyes away.

What did he see?

Among these uncles and aunties, they all have saint-level physiques.

I'm crazy.

What's happening here?

Holy Lord Ziyun stood up blankly and looked at the group of adults in front of him motionlessly.

Then he rubbed his eyes suspiciously, thinking that he was hallucinating.

How could there be so many saint-level physiques?

And they are also a group of gray-haired uncles and aunts.

"This, this, this..."

Holy Lord Ziyun pointed at these uncles and aunties, unable to speak clearly.

"What's wrong? Brother." Ning Yuan asked curiously.

How come this guy can act so fanatical when seeing a group of uncles and aunties?

They were salivating as if they wanted to eat them.

next second.

Holy Lord Ziyun suddenly turned his head to look at Ning Yuan: "Well, what do you call me?"

"My name is Ning Yuan."

"Oh, little brother Ningyuan, can you let them cultivate immortality with me? With their qualifications, they can definitely become the saints and saints of my sect."

Holy Lord Ziyun pointed at the group of uncles and aunties who were about to pass by, and said with excitement on his face.

"Holy Son and Holy Maiden?"

Ning Yuan followed his gaze and saw the group of elders and aunties.

These are all retired aunts and uncles, they are at least 60 years old.

My hair has turned white, are you sure I am suitable to be your saint son and saint?

"Uh, well, if you can convince them, I have no objection." Ning Yuan spread his hands.

"That's good!"

Holy Lord Ziyun looked extremely excited.

She walked up to the uncle and aunt with an excited look on her face, and bowed humbly: "My dear brothers and sisters, are you willing to cultivate immortality with me?"

That's right.

Holy Lord Ziyun spoke like little brothers and little girls.

I don't think these uncles and aunts look older, but in terms of real age, they are still a fraction of Holy Lord Ziyun.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Holy Lord Ziyun calls him little brother and little girl.

But these uncles and aunts don’t know.

I saw a middle-aged man calling himself little brother or little girl in front of me.

These uncles and aunts all find it baffling.

and also.

What did you say?

Are we willing to cultivate immortality with you?

Are you not a typical stickman?

If you tell us how much money you can make by helping us get rich and what financial products we buy, maybe we will believe you.

In the end, you are talking about cultivating immortals.

These uncles and aunties don’t believe it at all.

"Young man, go ahead and don't be fooling around here at such a young age." An old man scolded him mercilessly.

"Let's go, let's ignore him."

These uncles and aunts left immediately, and Holy Lord Ziyun said nothing to keep them.

When Holy Master Ziyun saw this scene, he could only feel pain in his heart.

at this time.

Ning Yuan, who was standing next to him, also got the answer from Holy Lord Ziyun.

It turns out that the old men and women who passed by just now all have saint-level physiques.

Is this saint-level physique so common?

It seems that every person has a special physique.

Is it possible that we Daxia people all have special physiques?

An idea suddenly came to Ning Yuan's heart.

In order to verify this idea.

Ning Yuan patted the shoulder of Lord Ziyun who looked disappointed next to him: "Let me take you for a walk on the street. There are more people there."

"Yeah."