The dizzy pockmarked man who was kicked supported the pillar and stood up, drew out his sword and pointed at Han Changsheng, furious: "You are looking for death!" Since beating him out of the mountain, he has never suffered such a big loss. This brat dared to sneak attack him, he would definitely make them pay ten times the price!
Han Changsheng sneered. It happened that his feet were still itchy, come one, break one; come a pair, break a pair!
Seeing that the situation was about to explode, An Yuan couldn't help frowning, and stepped forward and said, "Wait, don't do anything!" Although the two disciples of the Yunxiao Sect were too much, but no matter what, we are all fellow martial artists, so what can be resolved peacefully? The best thing is to make the situation too ugly and fight with real swords and swords. If someone is killed, it will be difficult to end, and it is very likely that it will eventually turn into a grievance between the two sects.
"Well..." At this moment, the old man who had been sitting at the door of the gazebo suddenly moved, stretched comfortably, and then opened his eyes: "What's the matter, the noise, disturbing the old man's afternoon nap?"
Han Changsheng was taken aback by the old man who suddenly spoke, and looked up and down the old man in surprise. The old man's voice is like a bell, just by listening to his voice, one can find that his internal energy is very strong.
"Ah!" The little disciple of the Yuehua faction cried out, "You, you are not dead!"
An Yuan turned his head and frowned and glared at the disciple: "Excuse me!"
The disciple lowered his head in shame: "Yes... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend, I was just scared."
The short pocky boy didn't have enough practice, he didn't know enough about the world, and he was in a hurry, so he didn't notice any difference in the old tramp at all, so he yelled viciously: "Smelly old man, if you don't want to die, get out, or I won't even die!" You chop it together!"
The old man stood up unhurriedly, and when he lifted his body halfway, he thumped his waist: "Oh, I'm getting old, I can't do it anymore, I feel tired even if I don't sleep enough, my old waist..."
Seeing that the old man was not in a hurry, the short pockmarked man had no intention of being afraid of him at all, so he couldn't help but smoke from the top of his head, and directly stabbed Han Changsheng with his sword. As for whether he hurt the old man, he didn't care, who told the old man that he didn't know how to flatter him!
Han Changsheng looked coldly at the tip of the sword that was approaching him, and was about to turn sideways to avoid it, when he suddenly saw the old man flick his arm inadvertently, and flicked his fingers on the sword—
boom!
Han Changsheng didn't move, the sword in Short Pocky's hand continued to move forward, but it didn't hurt him at all - the blade of the sword broke off at the root, flew out, and was nailed into the stone pillar of the gazebo!
Short Pocky stared at the sword in his hand in disbelief, his eyes were almost out of frame.
There was the sound of air-conditioning all around, and even the tall, thin man who was rolling on the ground stopped for a while. No one expected that this slovenly old man who looked like a beggar would be so secretive!
Han Changsheng was the closest, and he saw the most clearly. The old man's hand was extremely gentle, and he broke the sword entirely by internal force. His inner power is very deep, probably still higher than Lu Baibi, as for how powerful it is, he didn't exert all his strength, and he couldn't figure it out.
Short Pocky was so frightened that he dropped the sword in his hand: "You you you, who are you!"
The old man smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter who's surname is. I'm old, and I don't have many days to live. Fame is something outside of me, but I don't know what else is left in this world for future generations to entrust."
Little Pocky could not understand what he was talking about, but he knew very well just now that he couldn't be the old man's opponent at all. With a white face, he moved slowly along the edge of the gazebo, staring at Han Changsheng and the old man vigilantly, for fear that they would make another move. However, the old man didn't intend to take the initiative to attack, and Han Changsheng looked at the old man in surprise, and lost interest in the dwarf.
The short pockmarked up the tall, thin man who was on the ground, and ran out of the pavilion in a hurry. The disciples of the Yuehua faction were already elated, so they had no plans to take advantage of the victory to pursue them.
Shorty ran for a while, turned around and shouted at them: "Let's wait and see! I will definitely avenge today's revenge!"
The old man moved, and the short pocky boy was so frightened that he picked up the tall and thin man and fled to the distance.
The old man sat down in the original position again, closed his eyes, and entered the state of meditation again.
Han Changsheng frowned and circled around him: "Who the hell are you?" With this old man's kung fu, he must be a famous person in the world. However, there are quite a few old guys who are famous in Zhengdao, because Zhengdao is based on seniority, and when you reach a certain age, you can be a XX elder who is the head of XX, no matter whether you have real skills or not, you can get some fame. If he could use some kung fu, Han Changsheng could roughly guess his identity based on the number of martial arts he used. Unfortunately, the short pockmarked boy just now was too weak, and the old man took care of him with one finger. nothing.
The old man didn't move and didn't answer.
Han Changsheng cast his eyes on An Yuan, hoping that he could give an answer, but An Yuan's face was also blank. He had never seen this old man before, and he couldn't tell his sect identity from him.
Han Changsheng circled the old man twice more, and the old man turned into a living fossil again, without even the ups and downs of his breathing. Han Changsheng put his finger under the old man's nose and asked doubtfully, "Are you practicing the Turtle's Breathing Kung Fu?"
An Yuan hastily stepped forward and pulled Han Changsheng away: "Brother, don't be rude."
Han Changsheng curled his lips, but pretended to be attentive and educated: "Yes, yes, what the younger brother said is very true."
An Yuan observed the old man silently for a while, seeing that he seemed unwilling to be disturbed, he said, "This junior is Huangfu Fengxuan Xichen, the second disciple of the Yuehua Sect, this is my senior brother Li Jiulong, and those are our senior brother Jin Chen, Wan Yi, and Lu Ren. I'm really sorry that we bothered you so much just now, and disturbed Senior's rest, and thank you Senior for your help."
Han Changsheng hid behind An Yuan and made a face. Whoever wants this old man to help, if the old man doesn't help, today is the day when those two disciples of the Yunxiao Sect will lose their children and grandchildren.
When An Yuan turned his head, Han Changsheng immediately put on a gentle look, clasped his hands in a dignified way: "Thank you, old man."
An Yuan said: "Don't disturb the rest of the seniors, the juniors will leave now."
Han Changsheng was very curious about the old man, but Anyuan said so, so he had no choice but to go out.
After a few steps, they suddenly heard the old man behind him say: "Little guy, thank you for your kindness today. We will meet later!"
Han Changsheng turned his head in surprise, only to find that the old man had disappeared. The voice is still there, but the person has left. Just now the old man spoke using internal energy sound transmission, which further proves that his internal energy is good. Luo Xin is the only one in Tianning Sect who can use this trick.
"That old man is really amazing!" the disciple named Lu Ren said enviously, "If only I could be like him."
"Yes, yes!" Jin Chen made gestures imitating the old man's snapping of his fingers and breaking his sword, "Will I be able to practice to this level in my lifetime?"
Wan Yi whispered: "I think he should be stronger than the sect leader and the elders. I wonder how he compares with Elder Lan Fang?"
An Yuan glanced at them.
The three disciples immediately fell silent, stuck out their tongues quietly, and didn't dare to discuss any more. Since the old man can transmit his voice with internal voice, it means that he has very deep internal energy, and maybe his hearing is also very good. I don't know how far he has traveled, and it is really disrespectful for him to hear a few juniors talk about him like this. What's more, Elder Lan Fang is a master-level figure of the Yuehua Sect. It is not a good thing for disciples to compare the great elders of their own sect with outsiders.
Han Changsheng frowned. Before he met Immortal Gou, he didn't know much about the Yuehua Sect. There were so many sects in the Jianghu, and there were not many sects worthy of the attention of the leader of the Demon Sect, Han Changsheng. He didn't know the characters in the Yuehua faction until he heard the introduction of Black and White Impermanence and contacted them himself during this period of time. He had never seen this Elder Lan Fang after staying in the Yuehua Sect for almost half a month, but he often heard from others that he seemed to be an extraterrestrial expert.
"Junior Brother Huangfu." Han Changsheng said, "Elder Lan Fang and that old... old man just now, who is more powerful?"
An Yuan looked at Han Changsheng helplessly: "Brother, how could you..." He paused, shook his head, and said, "I don't know, Elder Lan Fang has been in seclusion for ten years, and I have never seen him make a move. , I only heard that he subdued the Jiangbei Eight Monsters in five moves back then, but I don't know how powerful he is."
Han Changsheng was skeptical. In this ghostly place of the Yuehua faction, there is actually an extraterrestrial expert hiding there? Shouldn't it be a nonsense? Back then, Black and White Impermanence never mentioned Elder Lan Fang to him at all, probably because he thought that Han Changsheng would not have a chance to get in touch with Elder Lan Fang. Han Changsheng didn't dare to ask too many questions, for fear of revealing his feet if he asked too much, he had no choice but to refrain from asking.
After a while, several disciples went up the mountain. The master Yue Peng was practicing, and they didn't dare to disturb him. The demons were also tired these days, so everyone went back to their rooms to rest.
Han Changsheng returned to his room. Although he had almost no sleep last night, he didn't feel sleepy right now. Pinch your fingers and calculate, there is only half a month left before the death of the old man Xuanji, the explanation of black and white impermanence is not detailed, only that according to the original fate, An Yuan will meet the old man Xuanji after he is expelled from the sect, the old man Xuanji He will pass on all his skills to him. But where is this old man Xuanji now? It took Anyuan a few days to find old man Xuanji when he set off from Yuehua Mountain. Han Changsheng didn't know about these things, and he didn't even know how many days he still had to complete the task.
"Smelly god? Death is impermanent?" Han Changsheng called out twice tentatively. Nothing happened.
Black and White Impermanence has not appeared for several days, and Han Changsheng is now at a loss, not knowing what he should do.
"Damn it!" Han Changsheng scolded, "There is no one reliable in the gods! In the end, I have to rely on myself!"
How? It's better to find a way to deceive An Yuan's trust first, and then coax him into doing things that violate the rules of the house.
Han Changsheng sighed, took out a small mirror to touch up his makeup, sprayed some Du Yuefei's special deodorant on his body, and went out to find An Yuan refreshed.