"master!"
The two women also stepped back at this time, and said with a look of grievance and resentment: "This man killed my junior sister, and the one inside also hurt us. Master must make a decision for his disciple!"
The beautiful woman didn't say anything, but stared at the room on the second floor, watching the old man coming out. When the old man's face came into view, the beautiful woman's eyes narrowed, and then she smiled charmingly: "I was wondering who it was! It turns out to be you, old immortal!"
Although she was smiling, there was no trace of smile in her eyes. On the contrary, the coldness and murderous intent were obvious, which showed that the two people had a grudge against each other.
Fengjiu's eyes also fell on the old man who walked out. She saw that the old man was wearing a white robe, with his white hair tied up and the rest naturally draped behind him. Two long white eyebrows hung down to his rosy and smooth cheeks, and there was a tuft of white beard on his chin. He was holding a white whisk in his hand. He had an immortal look and a kind face. At first glance, he looked like an old immortal.
However, if this old man didn't speak, it would be fine. But once he spoke, he was so angry that he could make people die. When Fengjiu heard this, she was immediately amused.
"You old witch haven't died yet, how can I die? How old are you? You still dress up and run around with a group of little witches all day long. You don't even use a mirror to look at how thick the powder on your face is. You don't find it disgusting, but I, an old man, feel disgusted for you."
The beautiful woman was so angry that she trembled all over. She glared at the old man fiercely and cursed: "You old bastard! You, you..."
"What do you mean by 'you'? My face is smoother and rosier than yours even without powder. What? You want to fight? Ha! I told you when you met me a few years ago, don't fall into my hands next time, or I will peel off your skin!" As he spoke, the old man put the whisk in his hand to his waist and rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was ready for a fight.
"Hun Yuan Zi! You old fool, today, I will tear your mouth to pieces!"
Li Mei'er was also angry. She was already quite old, and as a member of the Hehuan Sect, she hated it most when others mentioned her age. This damn Hunyuanzi kept calling her an old witch, and even said that the makeup on her face was too thick. It was really unbearable! She had practiced for so many years, and she didn't believe that she was not his opponent a few years ago. Now that she has reached the level of immortal saint, she is still not the opponent of this damn old man!
"Tsk tsk, what I said was right, didn't it? Are you feeling guilty? Are you angry? Look at your character. An old witch is just an old witch. She will never amount to anything. You better be careful. Sooner or later, I, an old man, will destroy your demon sect."
Looking at Li Meir, whose face turned red with anger, the old man spoke leisurely, but those words made Li Meir furious. She shouted loudly and pointed with five fingers. Five thin lines burst out from her fingers and attacked the old man standing in front of the door.
"Get out of the way!"
The old man waved his hand, and the man with an ugly face was suddenly pushed aside. He had been poisoned by the sleeve arrow and his steps were a little shaky. At this time, the old man waved his hand and he sat down in the corner. After taking out the detoxification pill from the space ring and swallowing it, he sat there breathing lightly.