Farmer: Plant strange fire at the beginning and sell devil fruits.

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 in his hand and pouring it into his mouth.

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

The man is Nie San.

He was beaten severely by Wei Ming just now in public, and his face was completely lost.

Nie San took a big gulp of wine, and the scenes of pleasing Wei Ming appeared before his eyes.

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

"Don't you just have a chief as your sister? Who are you?"

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

What turns out to be the most precious 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 slave 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 psychotic man on the street.

Passers-by glanced at him frequently.

Nie San threw out the wine bottle and cursed fiercely:

"Are you looking at me? Damn it! I'm the director of the East District Public Security Station! If you look at me again, I'll arrest them all!"

The passers-by didn't believe that such an alcoholic was the director of the public security station, and they didn't want to be seen like an alcoholic, so they dispersed one after another.

Nie San just drank sips of wine and walked home.

Little did he know that a big drama prepared just for him was waiting for him, the protagonist, on his way home.

In an abandoned park.

Nie San's drunkenness increased.

Unable to bear it, he sat on the shabby bench and rubbed his temples.

A melodious and old singing voice came from a distance.

"People are just strangers, so don't tell me where your hometown is.

There is nothing wrong with taking things as they come, and the world is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Even if there are thousands of nobles in the world, they would not trade for a pot of wine. "

If the breeze were to sit with me.

Ha ha! You can become a Buddha even if you don’t become an immortal! "

Nie San rubbed his drunken eyes.

I saw an old man wearing a worn-out robe staggering towards this side.

The old man in Taoist robes walked up to Nie San and stopped in front of him.

Two old eyes looked greedily at the wine bottle in Nie San’s hand:

"My little friend, can you give me some drinks? I can give you some immortality in return!"

Nie San waved his hands irritably:

"Go away, you old beggar, go beg for food somewhere else!"

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

"Jie Jie Jie! Old Taoist, I just like your personality! Why don't you become an old Taoist disciple?"

Nie San: "Be your mother."

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

"Seeing that you have excellent bones, I think you can find the path to immortality.

No matter, you and I have no chance! "

The old Taoist sighed, sang a song, and walked forward with shaky steps.

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

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

Nie San was so frightened that he sobered up. Could it be that an enemy was seeking revenge on him?

He hurriedly hid under the bench and held his head.

He thought about it.

its not right!

After he took office as the director of the North District, he didn't even dare to arrest a prisoner. Who could he make enemies with?

Where did I get my enemies from? What am I hiding from?

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

They wear masks, all of them have extremely strong spiritual fluctuations, and their bodies exude the light of powerful supernatural powers.

Master!

All are masters!

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

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

The old Taoist sighed:

"Alas! I still asked you to find me!"

The masked man at the head said coldly:

"Taoist Tiansui, you betrayed the guild, how can you live in this world with dignity!"

The old Taoist shook his head and said softly:

"I regard the sky as my year, and I will live forever!

How can we, cultivators, be stuck in the mundane world! "

Nie San, who peeked from a distance, was shocked.

Tiansui Taoist? Taking the sky as the year?

Am I dreaming?

Are there still cultivators in this world?

The masked man said sternly:

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

The old Taoist sneered:

"Why would the president care about such a small character like me?

But you, a group of low-level hunters, are you worthy of suppressing me? !

The advanced hunter has arrived! "

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

President? hunter? Advanced hunter?

This sounds awesome!

If these low-level hunters are so arrogant, how will they look awesome?

The masked people felt that they were insulted and said angrily:

"Death!"

The twelve masked men demonstrated their powers one after another.

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

Nie San is very experienced, he can see that these are all C-level masters!

Twelve masked men rushed towards Lao Dao, trying to tear him into pieces!

These are twelve C-level people, and they are a powerful force anywhere!

The old man took a sip of wine calmly.

His body is also changing.

Soon, the old Taoist priest's skin turned pale and his eyes were ashen. Where was the immortal Taoist bone, he looked like a dead man!

It's like using a kind of evil magic!

The old Taoist suddenly took action, seemingly using invisible power to fight with the twelve people.

In just a few minutes, the twelve people were defeated and fell into defeat!

The leading masked man covered his chest, as if he had been severely injured.

He looked at the old man in disbelief:

"You, you, you, you succeeded?"

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

“It is really not what I want to fall into the devil’s path now!

It's just that the path to immortality is difficult, and the old way can only seek immortality!

Remember that you and I have the same friendship, I will not kill you! "

The leading masked man glanced at the old man reluctantly and gritted his teeth:

"withdraw!"

The twelve masked men came and left just as quickly, disappearing into the park in a short time.

The old Taoist let out a long sigh and his body returned to normal. There was an indescribable loneliness in his muddy old eyes.

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

These two common customs in the world dare to destroy my dream of immortality! "

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

The old Taoist laughed at himself:

"Haha, the wine is gone too."

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

Nie San's mouth opened wide, and he still couldn't recover from the shock.

Are there really people who practice immortality?

Cultivation into immortality is not in novels!

The old Taoist priest's supernatural power was no stronger than his own, but he was able to defeat twelve C-level warriors!

This must be the power of cultivators!

Didn’t the old Taoist priest say he wanted to accept me as his disciple?

Can I also become an immortal?

Not to mention cultivating immortals, you can also cultivate demons!

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

Twelve C-level people were run away by him with just a few hands!

Nie San's palms were sweating. He felt that a huge opportunity was right in front of him!

Nie San quickly crawled out from under the bench and chased the old Taoist priest with the half bottle of wine he had not finished.

"Master! Master!"

The old Taoist turned his head and looked at Nie San who was chasing him with a half-smile:

"Who is your master? Don't scream."

Nie San knelt on the ground with a pop, held up half a bottle of Erguotou with both hands, and said loudly:

"It's the disciple who is blind!

Master, please lead your disciples to cultivate immortality! "

The old Taoist shook his head:

"You just rejected Lao Dao, Lao Dao will not accept you again."

Nie San wanted to slap himself in the face, he almost regretted it!

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

Nie San said quickly:

"Disciples must respect their master well!

Maozi, for Master to enjoy! "

The old Taoist's eyes lit up:

"Good disciple, what do you mean, girls are all for my master to enjoy?

Come on, let's sit down and talk in detail! "

Nie San: "???"