Chapter 536： The master looks at me wrong (2) (1/2)

As soon as she approached the stone gate of the cave, the stone gate opened automatically, and a nearly transparent barrier dangled for a while, then spread out.

Yun Fan looked forward and was stunned.

A dozen people stood in front of her, looking at her with different expressions.

The headed one with half-white hair and a beard is the head of Qing Hump-Immortal Ling Fan.

There were many faces behind him. Through Mu Hexue's memory, only a few immortals of the same family as Ling Fan were recognized.

Seeing her coming out, Immortal Ling Fan touched his beard and said: ”Congratulations to my disciple for leaving the customs. I didn't expect that my disciple had been in this retreat for hundreds of years. Only when I saw purple clouds over the cave, I guessed the disciple. My son must have done something, so he led everyone to greet him.”

Yun Fan walked to Immortal Ling Fan, bent over and bowed, and then called him: ”Master.”

This master, after hundreds of years, Fan Xianren's heart is very complicated.

She was the only female apprentice she had accepted. At first she knew that she was a princess and she was a girl. She didn't need to be so harsh. Her talent was already rare. As long as she didn't give up halfway, she would always succeed.

Unexpectedly, she worked harder than anyone else, and turned out to be the only one in the entire Qinghufeng who became a fairy in her twenties.

The appearance after becoming a immortal is the same as before, and the time after that, people will be shown with this appearance.

Most immortal cultivators have a long way to cultivate immortality, and when they become immortals, they are already in the state of old men, and their appearance is also finalized.

There are also immortals who are not satisfied with their appearance, and their skills have changed into other appearances, but when they encounter someone with a higher cultivation base, they can see his original appearance at a glance.

Yu Chen looked at the woman in front of her, her silky hair hanging down to her ankles without any ornaments.

A blue dress was like running water, attached to her body, silver light surging on the skirt, like a moon, ethereal and ethereal.

Even if there is no extra expression on her face, Yu Chen thinks she is pretty tight.