"My younger generation, Luo Shan, twenty-nine years old, broke the four shackles and beg Senior Lu to accept me as his disciple!"

Luo Shan's voice stunned the others.

"Where did the brat come from?"

"What breaks the four shackles?"

"This senior is suspected to be the Eight Realms and stands at the top of the world. How can he like this Mao boy?"

"Dream, I dare not ask my senior to accept disciples in my sixth level of cultivation." A strong man said disdainful.

Luoshan ignored it.

He took the initiative.

Even if he angered his senior and was slapped to death by a palm, he would dare to become a disciple. Otherwise, he would never have a chance to stand out in Xuantian, let alone go to the Yanming world and rescue his father.

Lu Chenzhou looked down from a high point.

The mine is silent.

He stepped on the ground and walked through the crowd, appearing in front of Luoshan, and countless people held their breath.

Lu Chenzhou gently stroked the top of Luoshan like an immortal, and then gently knocked on his forehead nine times, then returned to the Aurora Hall above the sky expressionlessly.

Luo Shan was stunned and was immediately overjoyed.

"A enlightenment."

Countless information flows in his mind, condensed into a three-inch-diameter golden Bodhi seed.

Luoshan knelt down and kowtowed nine times.

He murmured in his heart:

"Thank you, my teacher!"
Chapter completed!