Chapter 436 Li Du

To Ling Xianxian's surprise, a trace of surprise flashed in Han Shuangshuang's ice-like eyes.

Obviously, she didn't know why her master suddenly did this.

Seeing that Ling Xianxian did not respond, Feng Huajin frowned slightly, but patiently asked again.

Ling Xianxian suddenly woke up and said in horror.

"Lord Feng forgives you! I don't know why Fengzhu has this question? I just happened to draw a team with Chen Yu in the previous test. Communication with each other is a way to negotiate the battle, and there is no other intersection.

Feng Huajin's expression is elusive, and his tone remains unchanged.

"Nothing, just tell me what you know."

Seeing Feng Huajin's persistence, Ling Xianxian could only bravely talk about the communication between him and Chen Yu at that time. At the same time, she did not say a few words to Chen Yu because of the presence of Xiong Daishan.

"Xiong Dai Mountain? The people of the giant peak and Hetao?"

Feng Huajin asked.

When Ling Xianxian heard the words, he breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

"Okay, you go down first!"

Under the order of Feng Huajin, Ling Xianxian hurriedly visited and left.

After Ling Xianxian left, Han Shuangshuang opened his mouth and raised his doubts.

"Master, what do you mean by this?"

The corners of her mouth rose after the Fenghua brocade veil, and no one saw her sarcastic sneer.

"Yang Yuncui value this Chen Yu so much. This son must not be an ordinary person. Shuang'er, if you meet Chen Yu in tomorrow's battle, you should be more careful."

Han Shuangshuang was very surprised that he could let his master evaluate from this. What's so special about Chen Yu?

Feng Huajin didn't want to say more. She just told Han Shuangshuang to pay attention to tomorrow's match, and then asked her to retreat.

Feng Huajin can be the lord of the peak. In addition to the particularity of the skills she practices, it is her wrist.

Although she doesn't know Chen Yu, she will certainly not be a simple person who can make Yan Yuncui, the biggest competitor in her life, value him so much.

Feng Huajin doesn't plan to do anything in his heart. He just prepares early and be prepared.

These three people were all told by the peak owner of their peak. Naturally, Chen Yu didn't know it, and he didn't expect that he would attract so much attention from these strong peak owners.

After talking with Luo Feng, Chen Yu set his goal on the martial artist named Li Du.

The other three are all genius masters of their forces. They are famous in Dayang City, but only Li Du is an exception.

With such strength only by himself, he can compete with those so-called geniuses. Li Du is really a person who can't be underestimated.

When everyone returned to their peaks, several guards saw a gray figure at the door of the wall between the inner city and the outer city.

In the inner city, all members of the Hauri Palace wear different colors according to their levels, while gray is a robe that only gray elders can approve.

Several guards were shocked and were about to salute, but they saw the man wave to them.

"You are so kind! I just returned to the inner city, and I haven't changed my clothes. I didn't expect that the inner city brothers have become so enthusiastic for a few years. It really makes me happy!"

This sound is like a shooting star in the summer night sky, giving people an extremely mysterious feeling, but the witty joke in the words destroys the mystery.

Several guards looked at the man awkwardly, but found that this was not an elder in gray!

What the man was wearing was just an extremely ordinary gray martial arts suit, which seemed to be some years old, with some fading and burrs.

Looking at this person again, he was a young man who looked about 30 years old, with his eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, with a comfortable smile.

The guards looked at each other and didn't know what to do for a while.

At this moment, a rough voice roared.

"You bastards! Why don't you stand guard? If you want to be lazy, you have to ask the old man about my crutch first!"

With this roar, a gray-haired old man jumped out of the side, wearing gray soft armor, but not as exquisite armor as those guards.

The old man looks at least in his sixties, but the roar is so angry that it can't be seen that it was made by this person.

When the guards saw the arrival of this person, their bodies couldn't help but stiffen and looked back reluctantly, and then a reluctant smile appeared on their faces.

"Mr. He, we are not lazy. Don't we want to cross-examine this boy!"

A guard pointed to Li Du and was not convinced.

The old man known as Mr. He held a nearly three-meter-long wooden stick in his hand. The body of the stick was brown, but it was like a dragon, but the head of the stick was not a dragon's head, but similar to a dragon.

Mr. He paused the wooden stick in his hand, which was obviously the crutch he said before.

"Go back and stand up! I'll ask this boy!"

Although the guards were reluctant, they obediently returned to both sides of the tower.

Mr. He immediately stared at the young man and said in a good way.

"Do you still know how to come back?"

The young man looked flattering, bent down and lowered his head.

"Mr. He, I haven't seen you for a few years. How are you?"

Mr. He snorted coldly from his nostrils: "I can't die yet!"

The young man was a little at a loss. It seemed that he had an old acquaintance with Mr. He, but he didn't know why he was a little afraid at this time.

Although the guards stood back, their eyes were still staring at this side.

The young man didn't care at all about the impact of his appearance falling into the eyes of others. Seeing that Mr. He turned around and wanted to leave, he quickly came forward to help him.

"Mr. He, are you still angry with me?"

"How dare I? Your Lord Li is a disciple of the inner city. I, Mr. He, is just a doorman. I hope Lord Li will take care of him more!"

The young man's face turned red. Naturally, he recognized that Mr. He's words were sarcasm, but he whispered for a long time but did not reply.

Seeing the young man's uneasy appearance, he lowered his head and glanced at himself with the corners of his eyes, expressing his concern.

Mr. He sighed in his heart, but his tone turned around.

"Come with me! I haven't seen you for years, and I've always been thinking about you.

This words were endlessly gloomy. When the young man heard it, the corners of his eyes turned red and he almost burst into tears.

"He Lao, I..."

The young man wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Mr. He.

Mr. He held a wooden stick and reminded him that although he was short, his figure did not have a trace of cring. At this time, he straightened his waist, looked at the young man with a blank face and said.

"What's the use of saying anything now? I know why you did this at the beginning. If you don't listen to the old man's advice, you have to enter the inner city, become a member of the Haori Palace, and where do you put us old guys?!!!"

In the end, a trace of anger and sadness flashed in Mr. He's eyes.