The little old man glanced at the girl, and a look of horror flashed in the depths of his eyes. It was too obscure, and Han Yu didn't notice it.
After taking a look, he withdrew his gaze, took off his apron, walked to the seat beside him, picked up the water glass, and poured tea for Han Yu.
Han Yu walked over, and the power of the soul locked on the little old man.
A man who made Daoyun with iron, Han Yu didn't believe that he was just a practitioner of the third level of earth and martial arts, but no matter how Han Yu probed, the answer he got was the same.
Moreover, his breath is weaker than before, the energy in his body is not small, and it is eroding his cultivation all the time.
Han Yu took the teacup handed by the little old man, sat down and took a sip, and asked, "Senior, how long have you been here?"
The little old man smiled and said, "It's been a long time, and I don't remember it clearly."
His smile is very simple, like a very ordinary, very kind elder.
Han Yu asked, "Senior has always made a living by blacksmithing?"
The little old man nodded, took a sip of tea, and said nothing.
Han Yu thought for a while and said, "Senior, I think you have two auras, one strong and the other weak. The strong is suppressing the weak. Have you been injured before?"
The little old man sighed and said, "That was many years ago."
Han Yu said, "Senior didn't find a cure?"
The little old man smiled bitterly and said, "My injury is very serious and it is difficult to heal!"
It can be seen that the little old man still cares about his injury, but after a long time, he has become accustomed to it.
Han Yu said, "Senior, let this junior help you take a look?"
The little old man looked at Han Yu, stunned for a moment, shook his head, and said, "You can't help me."
Although the energy in the little old man's body was stronger than his cultivation, it was nothing to Han Yu. Han Yu said, "Let this junior try it!"
The little old man thought about it and nodded.
Han Yu said, "Senior, give me your hand."
The little old man stretched out his left hand, Han Yu grabbed the little old man's wrist, the Longba Bible quietly ran, and a terrifying devouring power suddenly erupted.
"boom!"
Inside the little old man, there was an explosion, and the energy that had been relatively calm was instantly turbulent as if a boulder was thrown into the calm lake.
That energy turned into a flood, and pulsed out of the little old man's hand.
"Bang!"
Han Yu's hand was knocked away heavily, and his palm was numb for a while.
"This?" Han Yu was shocked.
The energy in the little old man's body is so powerful that he has never seen it before. When he was calm, he was able to escape the detection of Han Yu's soul power. Once it broke out, it was extremely terrifying.
The little old man's body trembled, and his face instantly flushed.
The girl and Xiaojiao who were playing on the side were all taken aback.
"senior!"
Han Yu hurriedly grabbed the little old man's hand and ran the Longba Bible again.
"Boom..."
Suddenly, an incomparably powerful energy poured into Han Yu's body, like a wild horse running away, ramming through Han Yu's meridians. As strong as Han Yu, he immediately felt that his meridians were about to be blown up.
"Humph!"
Han Yu groaned, and his hand bounced off again. At this time, the black hole erupted with a terrifying devouring power, swallowing up all that energy to prevent Han Yu's body from being blown up.
The little old man stopped Han Yu, but he didn't see how hard he tried, but the energy that erupted slowly calmed down.
Han Yu's face became extremely wonderful, and now he is finally certain that the little old man is not only at the third level of martial arts, he is very powerful, but the energy that suppresses him is stronger, so that his cultivation is gradually fading.
Han Yu looked at the little old man nervously. It took about three minutes before the violent energy in the little old man subsided, and his face returned to normal.
"Senior, I'm sorry!" Han Yu said guiltily.
Although the little old man seemed calm, Han Yu knew that if it wasn't for his strength, the burst of energy just now would be enough to destroy him. The energy in his body cannot be touched at all.
The little old man shook his hand and said, "It's okay, you are also kind."
Han Yu gave a wry smile, he was indeed kind, but he almost did bad things with good intentions.
Han Yu asked, "Senior, what is your cultivation base?"
That burst of energy made Han Yu's heart tremble, and the little old man's cultivation would definitely reach the pinnacle.
The little old man sighed: "It doesn't matter what your cultivation base is, I'm just an old man now."
The little old man stood up, walked over and started to strike. The thin back looked unusually lonely at this time.
Han Yu sighed faintly, the most painful thing is the hero's twilight, right
This little old man must have been a top expert in the past, but at this time he is working alone here, suffering the torture of that power every day, and can only wait for the old days.
Just then, footsteps came from outside, and a middle-aged man walked in.
"If you want to buy weapons, it's outside." The little old man said lightly without even looking at it.
The middle-aged man stood outside the shop, his eyes swept slowly, saw Xiaojiao playing with the girl, a smile appeared on his face, and then he looked at Han Yu.
Han Yu was keenly aware that the middle-aged man's intentions were not simple. He stood up and pulled the girl and Xiaojiao behind him.
"Han Yu?" The middle-aged man looked at Han Yu and asked.
"It's me, who are you?" Han Yu asked.
"Lingxiao Holy Land Luck!" said the middle-aged man.
Han Yu frowned and stared at the middle-aged man, secretly vigilant. The other party is a master of the fifth level of Wuhuang, which makes him feel a huge pressure.
The middle-aged man looked at Han Yu with a smile, and he didn't seem to be malicious.
The two looked at each other, no one spoke for a while, Xiaojiao and the girl also quieted down and looked at Fang Yun nervously. Only the sound of "Dangdangdang" sounded regularly.
The little old man seemed to be completely immersed in the blacksmithing, ignorant of what was happening next to him.
"Finally found you, give me that little beast." Fang Yun pointed at Xiaojiao and said domineeringly. It was as if he had come to ask for something from him.
"What do you want it to do?" Han Yu asked. This was his constant question.
"You don't need to know about it, I want it in Lingxiao Holy Land, naturally there is a reason." Fang Yun said. There was still a smile on his face, but his tone was unmistakable.
"It's funny, Xiaojiao has nothing to do with your High Heaven Holy Land. If you want to take it away, it's too domineering, right?" Han Yu sneered.
"It has already planted cause and effect with me in Lingxiao Holy Land. Let me tell you this. Now I am here to take it away, and I may come to kill it in the future!" In Fang Yun's eyes, the cold light flashed away.
"Roar!" Xiaojiao roared, and the other party protested.
Xiaojiao has been following Han Yu, how could Han Yu believe Fang Yun's nonsense, but it made him vigilant. It can be heard from Fang Yun's words that it is not a good thing for Lingxiao Holy Land to have a small horn.