Ning Yi was stunned for a moment.

Xu Zang was unwilling to accept himself as his apprentice.

Teach Zhao Rui all his money...

Zhao Rui...Zhao Rui?

The man pressed his hands on the black cloth, and some warm sweat oozed out of his palm. After saying that, he looked solemnly, stared at Ning Yi, and asked solemnly: "Do you want to?"

Ning Yi looked at the man in front of him and wanted to say of course, but found that he couldn't speak.

He turned to look at Pei Fan again, and saw the girl nodding desperately to him.

The boy took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

Xu Zang laughed, raised his arm, slowly passed over a candlelight, and two fingers twisted a ray of flame, the flame swayed, and the wick flame jumped in front of Ning Yi.

The dark walls are shaking.

Someone stood up and stood up, pressed his two fingers on the boy's forehead, extinguishing the flames, and giving Shushan a gift of accepting disciples.

The torch has passed down from generation to generation.
Chapter completed!