"Swoosh"

A ball of red and purple mottled flames ignited in Ding Jiu's palm.

"Haha, strange fire, I, Ding Jiu, also have strange fire in my palm!"

While excited, Ding Jiuzhong's heart was extremely clear. All he could refine this strange fire from the brink of endangered danger, and his skills were all in Chu Muchen in front of him.

After a while, Ding Jiuchong bowed for the second time and said respectfully: "Disciple Ding Jiuchong, pay homage to Master."

Chu Muchen shook his head slightly and laughed, staring at Ding Jiuzhong with a serious face for a while. There was no joy in accepting disciples in his eyes, but more of laughter and crying.

Although he felt that this disciple was a little confused, Chu Muchen believed in the end, but he just corrected it: "I only promised to accept you as a disciple, but I am not a disciple, so I don't need to be called a master."

Ding Jiuchong was stunned for a moment, then changed his words and said, "Yes, Master Chu."

Chu Muchen responded, then said helplessly, "By the way, how old are you?"

Ding Jiuchong felt embarrassed and touched his bare forehead, "Disciples are 63 years old this year!"

Chu Muchen's smile was filled with a hint of difficulty.
Chapter completed!