Chapter 87 Mixed Mind Air Wave

"Come out, finally come out." A man looked up to the sky and shouted, and his pupils, which became gray because he had not seen the light for a long time, showed infinite joy and melancholy.

"Listen, Qian, listen carefully. I'm not finished with you. Sooner or later, I will settle this account with you!" Another person looked up to the sky and scolded, but it can be seen from his expression that he didn't have much hatred at this moment. Instead, he was excited to see the dusk for the first time in hundreds of years.

"..."

Several people take turns roaring, sometimes swearing, sometimes shouting some people's names, and sometimes Wang Wujian can't understand what it means at all. But he understands that a person who has been blocked for hundreds of years must be full of endless words and endless stories.

Looking at five hundred-hundred-year-old people playing in the snow like children, Wang Wujian suddenly had a sense of loneliness. He felt miserable for the fate of these five people. No matter how majestic they were, no matter how shocking they were, they could not escape the wooden cage and imprisoned for hundreds of years. .

A person, especially a strong man across China, has been imprisoned for a hundred years and can't walk an inch. How lonely he should be. Wang Wujian feels stunned when he thinks about it. That kind of loneliness and loneliness are by no means what leisure people can bear.

However, now that they have come back to the world, have they already forgotten the resentment and hatred of the past?

"Is this rebirth a new starting point or a continuation of the past?" Wang Wujian stood in the snow in a dazment. He guessed what would happen if a strong man who had disappeared for hundreds of years suddenly returned to the martial arts world? Is it panic or turmoil?

A snowball hit the stunned Wang Wujian. Wang Wujian shivered and quickly bent down to take the snow out of his neck.

"Big boss, come on! I've never had a snowball fight!" Hou Aji shouted at him mischievously.

Wang Wujian smiled. There was little heavy snow in his hometown. Of course, he had never played this kind of funny thing. When he saw five "snowmen" with thin beards, he suddenly remembered one thing - a flaming snake-shaped dagger.

"My dagger, where is my dagger?" Wang Wujian shouted loudly.

"Wang, are you from the Wang family?" One of the old guys responded loudly. He raised his dagger and looked carefully at the pattern on it. "I haven't seen Wang Bao for a long time. Is he okay?"

"My grandpa?" Wang Wujian was shocked. He didn't expect that this man still knew his grandfather! But it's a pity that he died strangely more than a hundred years ago. In contrast, it's not easy for these five old antiques to live to this day. Maybe it's more thanks to the hospitality of the wooden cage. Otherwise, he may have died in a certain battle.

"Little son of the Wang family, thank you for returning your dagger." The man shook his arm and threw the dagger over.

This is a dagger cast by a flaming ore, cutting iron like mud. How dare Wang Wujian reach out to fly? If you are not careful, you may lose your finger in the blink of an eye.

Wang Wujian scolded secretly and quickly dodged sideways, and his dagger slipped like a snow and lost his trace.

"You are so old and immortal. How can you return things like this? That's a flame artifact!" Wang Wujian shouted and scolded angrily, reached out and grabbed a ball of snow to bind it with soul power, and flew along the top of the snow layer.

The shining snow layer was swinging a white wave tail. Seeing that the blood-red snowball was about to hit the old man, he did not mean to dodge or block.

"Old fox, what tricks do you want to play?" Wang Wujian immediately made plans to avoid it.

Before the photosphere arrived, the air mass arrived first. The strong storm swept up the hair that covered his face, revealing his tall nose and old but bright eyes.

I only heard him "roar" and whispered, and the snowball wrapped in soul power disappeared in an instant.

"Mixed Yuan Ning Qi Bo?" The four young martial arts spirits shouted together.

Mixed Yuan Nian Qi Bo - The peerless skills that can be understood by the martial arts in the realm of heaven, and there is no need to stimulate the martial soul, or even the help of any weapons and other intermediaries.

It is said that a martial spirit can only practice the acquired spirit by breaking through the realm of the spiritual emperor. If the innate spirit can be integrated with the acquired spirit, it is possible to sacrifice the invisible mixed spirit wave at will, which can make the opponent beat the ashes in the blink of an eye. The cultivation reaches the highest level, the sky can be broken up, the ground can be cracked down, and it is one of the supreme forbidden skills between heaven and earth.

The white-haired and white-bearded old man was once a top master who broke through the realm of the spiritual emperor. Wang Wujian was surprised and happy. He really couldn't wait to rush to worship him as a teacher and ask for elite skills and cultivation methods.

However, just as his mood was flying, the man smiled and pushed his hands together. The snow layer as thick as one meter rose to the sky, sweeping towards Wang Wujian like a huge wave.

"Ah, ah, you old bastard..." Wang Wujian was swallowed up by the snow waves before his voice fell.

*****

Ten miles east of Shengwu City, in Qianning Town.

A group of luxuriously dressed guests came to a small inn, which made the boss very happy. It is not easy to have so many distinguished guests in this town, because most rich people will choose to rush ten miles to Shengwu City, so as to find a comfortable meal in a big restaurant.

Gong Guang is crisscrossed in the only elegant room in the small stack, talking and laughing, so lively.

The five old antiques took turns asking questions one by one to inquire about the major events in today's martial arts world. However, when they learned that it had been more than 300 years since they were imprisoned at this time, the five people fell into silence. The sad clouds replaced the joy on their faces and poured wine into their mouths when they were indifferent to each other.

"Oh! Unconsciously, more than 300 years have passed. Hey hey, I, we have lived for more than 500 years?" A red-faced old man, who was also the one saved by Wang Wujian, smiled bitterly. There were bright tears in his eyes, and he didn't seem to believe that he could "sit" for more than 300 years.

"Bearbye, little boss, haven't you always wanted to know who we are?" The man smiled at Wang Wujian with his white eyebrows. The name "little boss" is what he learned from Hou Aji.

"Hmm! I have asked more than once. Wang Wujian smiled awkwardly and said with a wry smile. The shock brought to him by these five people was too great. Originally, he thought that after shaving their hair, they would show a dry and wrinkled old man, but he didn't expect that although they hadn't eaten for hundreds of years, they were all refreshed, refreshed and quite refreshed. In the general concept of immortality, how can it be like a person who has just escaped from a cage?

"Alas! Say it, maybe your parents can barely know something. The man smiled bitterly and picked up the wine jar and poured a big sip. Wang Wujian guessed that his previous amount of alcohol must be not small, and even at a hundred years apart, he did not weaken at all, and he went down to half of the jar in one breath.