"No gift, no gift, the old man Qingqiu, Longyan College Shenglong tutor." The old man waved his hand and introduced his identity.

Having said that, he raised his sleeves, looked left, looked right, and pulled a few vigorously, then rubbed vigorously a few times.

Everyone looked at him confused, wondering what he was doing.

"Haha, I found it. This is the logo of Longyan Academy, and the logo of Sacred Dragon Instructor. Take a good look, don't say the old imposters and scams." The old man raised his sleeves and laughed. Waiting for someone to prove their identity. It seems that he is quite self-aware. His own image just made people less believe.

Looking towards his sleeves, Mu Hanyan and others are all black lines.

I saw that the two sleeves were stained with oil, as if they hadn’t been washed once in decades, but under his rubbing, two lifelike dragons appeared in the oil, faintly visible. Miao Weixiao.

It is said that every disciple or teacher of Yanlong Academy will embroider the Academy badge on his clothes to prove his identity. The difference is that most students and teachers have only one, and it is embroidered.

As for the Sacred Dragon Master, they have two badges and signs, and they are condensed on their own cultivation base. Not only will they not disappear for thousands of years, but they also have strong defensive capabilities.

Of course, it is extremely difficult to condense such a dragon-shaped badge on the basis of self-cultivation, and some sacred dragon teachers cannot do it themselves, so this dress has been passed down from generation to generation.

Wen Ren Qingqiu’s clothes are enough to prove his identity, but everyone forgot to salute, and at the same time a weird look appeared on their faces, and the same thought was born in their hearts: He is indeed an expert, but he is different from ordinary people. Take a look, a sacred dragon robe passed down from generation to generation was actually ruined like this by him. I don't know who his apprentice is. It's really unlucky! It will be passed on to that disciple in the future, and that disciple will have to wash it for several days and nights before washing it clean?

Of course, this kind of joking thought quickly disappeared from my mind. If you can really become a disciple of the Sacred Dragon Master, let alone dress a little sloppy, even if they wear a beggar's clothes, they are willing to run naked.

And even if he can worship him as a teacher, this holy dragon robe is not qualified to be worn by everyone. Only by inheriting his mantle, staying as a teacher in Longyan College, and having enough qualifications and strength, can he be qualified to inherit this robe.

No matter how sloppy this robe is, it is ultimately a holy dragon robe, a symbol of identity, status and strength.

"The younger generation pays homage to the predecessors of the witnesses... the predecessors of the witnesses..." Everyone outside the courtyard bowed and bowed respectfully.

"Don't take the ceremony." Wen Ren Qingqiu raised his arm falsely, and everyone was gently raised.

The power seemed small, but it was endless, and it was impossible to resist.

Seeing his strength again, everyone had forgotten about the robe, and looked at Wen Ren Qingqiu's gaze even more respectfully.

"I have something to talk about, please avoid it for the time being." Wen Ren Qingqiu said to everyone outside the courtyard with a gentle expression.

"Well, don't dare to disturb the seniors, let's go now." Everyone was lightly said by the request, and walked clean in the blink of an eye.

"You are the owner of this Nanmu auction house. You have to buy all these herbs." Wen Ren Qingqiu grabbed Munan's hand and asked anxiously.

"Yeah." Mu Nan hummed subconsciously.