Chapter 63 Supreme Appearance

The old man listened to Ye Hetu's answer and stared and said nothing. No one dared to provoke him with such a tone for many years. Today, he was repeatedly provoked by a young boy who was only 20 years old. Even his killing heart that he had practiced for more than ten years was difficult to contain.

"How dare you kill me?"

The old man's tone was stiff, and the last point of appreciation for Ye Hetu was exhausted.

Ye Hetu looked at the old man who was about to be on the edge of the outbreak, and his eyes were full of disdain. The person who could cause anger in three or two words was not worthy of his attention at all. Even if he was young, he was so arrogant. When he was old, he still had to withdraw from the world after all. It's good. It's a legend. If it's not good, the younger generation hasn't heard of his name at all.

"Kill you?"

Ye Hetu repeated this word and laughed. He didn't know that the old man in front of him had a desire to kill him, but he still said that it was none of his business.

"What I dare not do? Let alone kill you, I will never frown even if I kill everyone here."

There is a different publicity and domineering in the plain tone, and the whole world seems to have no weight in the heart of Ye Hetu.

"Then I want to see how powerful the descendants in more than ten years can be." The old man laughed angrily and couldn't stand it anymore, not to mention that he was a legendary figure who frightened many people.

Ye Hetu spread out his hands and said helplessly, "If you have been in this place for more than ten years, of course, you will have a simple experience. Old man, it's not the old days now.

"Very good." The old man threw away the broom in his hand, and a bunch of yellow light instantly leaned on the eaves of the cabin, straight, as if no one had moved.

In a few words, the two of them started the war. I don't care about the other people who are about to come at all. Those people, perhaps in the eyes of the two people in front of me, don't have enough weight at all.

"Believe it or not, I'll kill you here today?" The old man's tone was not good, there was no water in his words, and Ye Hetu would not doubt his statement.

"Sin, but I'm more confident that you can't kill me." Ye Hetu smiled implicitly and said that even if the old man in front of him really had the strength to kill him, he would still not turn around and leave.

"Twenty years ago, a man I met was very similar to you, but in the end he still couldn't escape death." The old man smiled proudly and said, which was the reason why he lived in seclusion in the Mausoleum of the Thirteen Emperors for more than ten years.

"Is it the one you just said? To my surprise, he must be living well. Do you believe it or not? Ye Hetu responded, lowering his head and playing with an exquisite flying knife, which was very obviously different from the one he gave to Agaganto before.

Because this knife has never killed anyone.

"How much can you know, you little boy?" The old man's eyes became more and more sharp, and he didn't pay attention to Ye Hetu's words.

Ye Hetu was not angry. He kept a calm smile on his face and had a quiet temperament. He asked, "Two people in China were very famous 20 years ago. I remember a legend. In your era, many people should know it."

The old man suddenly was silent, his murderous intention was stronger, and his face was shocked. He really didn't expect that the boy in front of him suddenly mentioned this matter.

"The Shura is bloodthirsty."

Ye Hetu suddenly remembered that with infinite admiration, there was no reason not to extend the admiration of the inner house from the heart for the real heroes.

Then, Ye Hetu looked at the old man in front of him. The smile on his face was a little inexplicable, and he said word by word, "You don't know this name."

"You know a lot." The old man had to re-examine the young man in front of him who wanted to kill him. Whether he spoke or acted in a way, he was very similar to Shura 20 years ago. If he hadn't known that Shura had no queen, he would have really thought that Ye Hetu was a descendant of Shura.

"I don't know much." Ye Hetu shook his head. He had not yet reached the level of Yelang's atrodious.

"However, I remember that the person who was side by side with Shura was called Supreme, right?"

Ye Hetu looked at the old man and said flatly, as if he was talking about a thing that had already been familiar to him. The Supreme lived in seclusion in the Ming Tombs for many years. If it spread out, there should be a lot more people coming here than now.

Supreme, the killing god who was after Shura 20 years ago, the whereabouts of the two are unknown now, leaving a conjecture and legend one by one. Shura, in particular, makes many older generations still difficult to let go of the moment before stepping into the coffin, and they can't let go of something.

"Who are you?" The old man now found that he knew nothing about this young man. He had been underestimated him and slowly dug under the stormy waves under his not-calm face. It is absolutely not common sense to be able to judge your identity in a few words and threaten to kill him.

"I'm a person who wants to kill you."

"You can't kill me, but why did you kill me?"

"Because I don't like you. Relying on the old and selling the old, there is no master's demeanor at all. It's not that I look down on you. I'm afraid your courage was scared by Shura in those years. Ye Hetu joked that these inside stories were occasionally accidentally revealed by the old man. After Ye Hetu's entanglement and questioning, he refused to reveal any information.

"Kid, you have to pay for what you said today." The old man's face was cold and frosty. I haven't heard of the name Supreme for a long time. Today, he was mentioned by an unknown boy, and he felt a little strange.

Ye Hetu wiped the exquisite flying knife and put it back on his body. He did not intend to use it to deal with the supreme twenty years ago. Who dares to say that the supreme who had been hidden in the mausoleum of the thirteen emperors for more than ten years has not retreated?

"Since you can live until now, why can't Shura be the same as you?" Ye Hetu took back the flying knife and said empty-handedly that the people outside should have arrived. Even if he failed, he would never miss a person.

"Haha, he is dead. He can't live to this day." When the old man heard Ye Hetu's words, he laughed proudly and loudly that if Shura did not die, it was absolutely impossible for him to find a place to live in seclusion and spend more than ten years in a low profile.

"There is no absolute in everything." Ye Hetu suddenly wants to smoke now, and sometimes he feels incredible about the idea that comes out of his heart.

"Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway." The old man sneered at Ye Hetu's paranoia.

The person who knows you best is not the closest person around you, but the enemy who wants to kill you day and night.

"No, he is not dead."

A sentence came from the distance, and a blue figure came.