Two days later, the martial arts tournament among the thirty-six sects began.
Chen Fan and the old Daoist also arrived.
The old Daoist said with a hint of exasperation, "Boy, with your strength, why are you still coming to join the fun here!"
Chen Fan gave him no pleasantries, "Is it any of your business?"
Naturally, it wasn't.
Soon, a smile like a chrysanthemum bloomed on his old face, "Look at me, my immortal demeanor, I'm clearly a master. Can you take away that true qi of yours? So I can show off in front of them, and maybe I can get some elixirs!"
The old man was utterly lewd.
As for the so-called immortal demeanor, it was pure, blatant lying!
Chen Fan shot a sidelong glance at the old man, "What did you just say? Immortal demeanor? If you really can't help yourself, take a piss and look at your own character!"
The old Daoist was extremely displeased by Chen Fan's reprimand, but he dared not retaliate, so he could only endure it!
This was how he had been spending his days recently!
Regarding Chen Fan, he wanted to hate him, but he couldn't really bring himself to hate him...
But then again, he felt a bit of resentment.
The old Daoist continued, "I think my immortal demeanor is exceptionally impressive!"
"..."
Chen Fan was defeated by the old Daoist at this point, and he helplessly pursed his lips.
"Alright, alright, just shut up!"
Chen Fan said impatiently.
The old Daoist naturally wouldn't obediently shut up, so he said again, "Then... then I'll shut up, but can you take away the true qi in my body?"
"To be honest, I also want to compete with everyone!"
Chen Fan said, "Is that really competing? I'm too embarrassed to point it out, old fellow, just shut up! We're here to watch the show today!"
"After we're done watching, we'll go back!"
"Also, if you keep blabbering, don't blame me for being impolite!"
He shook his fists through the air.
It was a clear threat!
The old Daoist had no choice but to beat a hasty retreat, resigning himself to his fate.
At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly!
Ah, ah...
Why was he so unlucky to encounter such a little scoundrel?
Moreover, this little scoundrel was truly not human!
He had no choice but to endure.
The venue for the thirty-six sect martial arts tournament was in the dense forest controlled by the Ancient Sect. Apart from the martial artists, ordinary people could not reach this place of trouble.
Thus, Chen Fan and the old Daoist stopped in a less crowded area.
Time passed...
Gradually, Chen Fan also sensed some powerful auras, but for Chen Fan, these auras were as if they didn't exist.
The old Daoist, with his internal energy controlled by Chen Fan, was no different from an ordinary person. Wherever he went, he would just lie down, giving a comical impression.
Chen Fan was a bit annoyed by this, and said sternly, "Old fellow, you're a strong cultivator, why aren't you paying attention to your image?"
The old Daoist crossed his legs in the air, "Heh heh... I'm no different from a cripple now, what's the point of caring about my image?"
"Really!"
"... Hmph, it's all thanks to you!"
The old Daoist was displeased.
Chen Fan smiled and said nothing more, sitting on the ground with the old Daoist, showing an unusual down-to-earth demeanor. At this moment, Chen Fan said, "Do you think there are many strong cultivators among the thirty-six sects?"
The old Daoist replied grumpily, "You guess..."