In front of the door of Diyuan Treasure House, there was an old man lying in sloppy clothes, with messy beard and hair, and he was still motionless. At first glance, he thought he was a corpse.
Fang Lin frowned, who is this bad old man? How dare you lie here with such a sting? Is there such a person in Zixia Sect
Fang Lin curled his lips, walked around the old guy, and walked to the treasure house door.
This treasure house is located in a mountain. The gate is also made of mountain stone. It is extremely majestic. On the gate are carved two women standing with swords. Their figures are graceful and lifelike, giving people the illusion that they are like these two women holding swords. It really wants to fly down from the stone gate.
Fang Lin stared at the statue on the stone gate for a while, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised. This was definitely not an ordinary statue, but a defensive array.
If someone wants to force their way into this earth-character treasure house, they will trigger the formation on the stone gate, and these two sword-wielding women will truly manifest themselves and kill anyone who breaks in.
It is extremely difficult to arrange this kind of magic circle, and judging from the age of this stone gate, it is at least a thousand years old. It seems that this treasure house should have been when the Zixia Sect was founded.
There was a groove in the center of the stone gate. Fang Lin took out the token that Han Luoyun gave him and was about to put it into the groove.
Suddenly, a dry arm of Leng Buding stretched out from behind, grabbed the token, and then took it away.
Fang Lin was stunned, and suddenly turned around to see that it was the old man who was lying on the ground just now who had taken away his token, and was looking at it curiously in his hand.
Fang Lin was angry, but in line with the mentality of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, he still suppressed his anger and said: "Old man, give me the token."
The old man's face was dirty. He looked at Fang Lin with a pair of cloudy eyes and grinned: "You want to enter the treasure house?"
Fang Lin nodded.
Unexpectedly, the old man put the token in his arms and said, "No one can enter the treasure house without my permission."
Fang Lin rolled his eyes, who are you? Can't enter the treasure house without your permission
"Old man, stop making trouble and give me the token." Fang Lin still forced a smile.
The bad old man chuckled and hooked his hand at Fang Lin: "Come and fight with me. If you win, I will let you in."
As he said that, the bad old man put on a posture, but he looked like an old monkey no matter what.
Fang Lin had no choice but to smile bitterly and said: "Old man, I don't know who you are, but I'm really busy and don't have time to play with you."
The bad old man didn't say anything and punched Fang Lin directly.
Fang Lin saw that the old man's punches were slow and his steps were shaky. He didn't take it seriously at all and took two steps back to avoid it.
Unexpectedly, this bad old man suddenly accelerated his punches, and suddenly he was in front of Fang Lin.
The next moment, Fang Lin was knocked to the ground by a punch. His internal organs seemed to have been displaced, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
"It's your uncle!" Fang Lin cursed. It turned out that this old guy was hiding something secretly. He immediately got angry and rushed towards the bad old man.
Then, Fang Lin was knocked to the ground by him again. This time it was even worse. His nose was bleeding from the old guy.
Fang Lin covered his nose, half of his face was covered in blood, and stared at the bad old man in shock and anger.
"Young man, why are you so weak? You can't even beat me, an old man?" The bad old man said to Fang Lin with a look of contempt on his face.
Apart from anger, there was no trace of contempt on Fang Lin's face. Although this bad old man looked like a beggar, his strength was really not weak.
Especially the kung fu on the fists and kicks was particularly fierce. Even if the old man didn't use his inner strength, hitting himself would be like dealing with a three-year-old child.
"I wonder who the senior is? The junior is a true disciple of Zixia and a disciple of the sect master Han Luoyun. I hope the senior will be kind and not embarrass the junior." Fang Lin said with fists in his hands.
Seeing that he couldn't beat the old man, Fang Lin also gave in.
Unexpectedly, this bad old man didn't even look at Fang Lin, and just lay down on the ground.
"If you can't defeat me, you can't enter this treasure house." The old man muttered, closed his eyes and took a nap.
Fang Lin was furious, but he was not willing to let him leave like this. He had already arrived in front of the treasure house, but he couldn't get in because of the old man. Isn't this too cowardly
No wonder, when I asked Han Luoyun for the token, Han Luoyun had a meaningful smile on his face. It turned out that he was waiting for me here.
"Old senior, with your strength, even if I practice for ten more years, I still won't be able to beat you. You can't embarrass this junior like this." Fang Lin said with a bitter look on his face.
The old man didn't even open his eyes and said disdainfully: "That's because you are too weak."
Fang Lin was speechless. If I were strong enough, I would have buried this old man alive long ago. Do I still need to be so humble and talk nonsense to you
"Old man, I didn't even use my inner strength. I just used my fists and feet to gesture with you twice. You are so unbearable. I really don't know how the disciples of Zixia Sect are so weak now?" The old man said with disdain.
Fang Lin cursed secretly and said, "Senior, please give me some advice!"
This day was the most miserable day since Fang Lin was reborn. He was beaten to the ground countless times by that bad old man.
Some Zixia Sect disciples and elders passing by were shocked. What was Fang Lin doing? Looking for abuse
Only a few people knew who the old man was. When they saw this scene, their expressions changed drastically, and then they left in a hurry.
Those who didn't know the truth looked at this scene with curiosity, especially when they saw Fang Lin being tortured by the old man, they felt inexplicably happy.
"Who is this old man? He is very powerful."
"Fang Lin's strength at the seventh level of Earth Yuan is actually no match for that old man."
"Does our Zixia Sect have such powerful people?"
Everyone was amazed. Fang Lin was considered to be very powerful among the disciples of Zixia Sect, but facing the old man, he was as weak as a child, especially since the old man had not used any inner strength. This was simply unbelievable. .
Fang Lin was beaten to the ground again. He was in a miserable state, with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
"Too weak." The old man shook his head with disdain.
Fang Lin struggled to get up and rushed over again, but was naturally knocked down again.
"Practice for another twenty years. Then you might be able to defeat others." The old man said lazily.
Fang Lin raised his head. Although his face was blue and swollen, there was a smile on his face.
"Boy, have you been beaten silly? Are you still having fun?" The bad old man looked at Fang Lin sideways, and his expression suddenly froze.
Fang Lin laughed loudly: "Old senior, I'm offended!"