As soon as I walked out of the house, Murong Ningyue saw that the two immortals who had just been selected with her were already having a relationship with her senior brothers, and they were smiling and talking to other immortals.

Murong Ningyue suddenly felt very disgusted when she saw this scene. These immortals who were first introduced had never known her. In this case, Murong Ningyue could not do it.

Thinking of this, Murong Ningyue felt upset and simply turned around the mountain to see what is unique about this Tibetan Sword Sect.

Just as Murong Ningyue was walking around the back of the mountain, she suddenly saw an old man with white hair lying on the grass below. Murong Ningyue was curious and flew to the old man.

Although the old man's hair was completely white, his face was extremely rosy. At this time, the old man's body was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, and there were a few empty wine bottles scattered beside him. A burst of loud and rhythmic snoring slowly came from the old man.

The situation in front of me was obvious. The old man was a big drunkard. I didn't expect that there would be a big drunkard in this Tibetan Sword Sect where immortals gathered. Murong Ningyue was immediately full of interest in this old man.

But Murong Ningyue saw that the old man was sleeping so sweetly and couldn't bear to wake him up, so she simply sat aside and started practicing. After a while, Murong Ningyue entered the state, and the power of the fairy spirit around him rushed into Murong Ningyue's body wildly.

The drunk old man suddenly opened his eyes, and waves of light were cast from his eyes, and there was no drunken look. The old man stared at Murong Ningyue for a while, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and then closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

When Murong Ningyue woke up from her cultivation, she felt refreshed and comfortable. The immortal power of the Tibetan Sword Sect was very abundant. After a moment of absorption just now, Murong Ningyue felt that she had reached the peak of a first-grade immortal. I believe that it would not take long to advance to a second-grade immortal.

"Ouch! Why did you sleep until dark? I said, "Girl, why didn't you wake me up?"

The old man sat up and patted his head while saying to Murong Ningyue. Murong Ningyue was stunned when she heard this. He didn't seem to be familiar with the old man, but looking at the tone of the old man, how could he feel like he was his granddaughter?

Out of politeness, Murong Ningyue smiled at the old man and said, "Senior, I saw that you slept so well that I couldn't bear to disturb you. In addition, I was immersed in my cultivation just now, so please don't blame me!"

Although I felt that this old man was a bit strange, Murong Ningyue knew that the person who could appear on the back mountain of the Tibetan Sword Sect would not be an ordinary person. The old man's cultivation level was simply Murong Ningyue couldn't see through it. At least he was a third-grade immortal!

After hearing Murong Ningyue's words, the old man touched his mouth again and said, "Oh! Old man, I'm addicted to alcohol again. Girl, please help me get a few bottles of wine!"

Seeing the old man so impolite, Murong Ningyue couldn't help but feel a little amused, but seeing the old man's pitiful appearance, Murong Ningyue was still a little unbearable, so she prepared to go to the Tibetan Sword Sect to find some wine for the old man.

But Murong Ningyue turned around and the old man said again: "Girl, the wine in the Tibetan Sword Sect is all extremely unpalatable garbage. Old man, I don't drink those things. You go to the Xinghua Village Restaurant in Fengyang City to get me some of their crafted apricot flower wine!"
Chapter completed!