Chapter 10 Swordsmanship_1

The old man wasn't bad-looking either; he had three strands of fine beard, a face like polished jade, an elegant demeanor, and the air of a dashing elder gentleman out of the ordinary. Clad in a purple-immortal robe with a horsetail whisk in his hand, he exuded the grace of a celestial hermit. It seemed most practitioners, apart from those who deviated into demonic paths, had decent appearances.

Moreover, he was capable of flying and carrying people, his cultivation was undoubtedly higher than that of the tender Fuling with her pert behind, but the flight was rather shaky amidst the strong winds. Although there was a spectacular rainbow light filling the sky, their speed was somewhat lacking. It seemed that his realm probably couldn't match that of the leggy celestial maiden, Wangshu.

After sizing up the situation, Li Fan roughly gauged the old man's level of cultivation—he was likely a Golden Core stage magician.

"I wonder, Elder..."