Chapter 65 He is a bad old man (!)

(Collection! I'm eager to collect!)

The disaster of blood light?

Zhang Yan was a little angry and said that he would give you two gold ingots. If you are not grateful, forget it. Instead, it's too vicious to curse me, right?

At this time, he no longer cared about the consciousness that still locked himself. He stepped to the old man, stared at the two golden ingots in the broken bowl, and said coldly, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Yan's intention is obvious. If he doesn't explain it clearly, he will take away the two gold ingots.

The old man glanced at him slowly, but his hands held the broken bowl tightly in his arms and smiled, "If I hadn't been right, why are you so nervous?"

Zhang Yan was stunned. Indeed, this old man's words are reasonable. From today on, I'm afraid that the monks of major forces will step up their search for themselves, right?

The old man stood up and pretended to brush his clothes, but brushed out the dust all over the sky. The situation was very embarrassing, but he didn't care at all. He picked up the bamboo pole on the ground with his left hand, clenched the broken bowl in his right hand, and said leisurely, "I have calculated the gossip for you. It's worthy of my irrevocable signboard. I'll say goodbye."

Zhang Yan knew that the skin-like old man was begging him under the banner of retreating. He didn't believe anything and would not change this view for a ridiculous but bloody disaster, so he simply replied, "Don't send it."

The old man was stunned, and his shriveled face showed a trace of puzzlement. He couldn't help scratching his head with his hand and raising his hand in mid-air, but found that both hands were occupied. He couldn't help curling his lips and said, "Kid, don't be so rude. When you are in trouble, let's see what you do!"

Now it was Zhang Yan's turn to be stunned and said a little dryly, "Who the hell are you?"

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "It's a fortune-telling!"

Zhang Yan shook his head: "No."

"Let's go, let's go. If you don't leave, someone can't help but kill you." The old man surprisingly did not object. He said a strange word, and there was a trace of awe on his shrity.

Zhang Yan was shocked. This guy is also a monk! He has noticed that someone is following him, which is waking him up. But..... Why is there no spiritual fluctuation on him?

"Let's go. I'll help you hold him back. Don't ask me who I am. I'm really calculating..." The voice came to Zhang Yan's ears.

When he woke up, the old man had already shaken his ragged sleeves, like a dilapidated settlement in the world, and disappeared into the overlapping buildings.

Who is he? Why do you want to help yourself in this way...

Zhang Yan walked away with all kinds of doubts and ran for less than half an hour. Suddenly, he felt relieved, and the consciousness that locked him had completely disappeared. At this time, he was more and more determined that the old man must be a powerful monk.

There is nothing more to know.

Walking out of the market, his consciousness swept around. Zhang Yan was like a touch of green smoke and suddenly shot at the island in the middle of the lake a hundred miles away. The most difficult trouble was solved. If he didn't leave at this time, when did he wait?

Less than a stick of incense after Zhang Yan left, it was still the entrance of the depressed alley. The gossiping old man had disappeared, but there were three more people.

Two stand and one lies on the ground.

The staring mirror of Xingtai, who was lying on the ground in a coma, changed his face dramatically.

Around him, Taipeng's face was also extremely ugly, and he muttered, "It's only one step late, and such a change happened. Has that boy been robbed by others?"

Hearing the words, the Mingjing of Hantai's face trembled again, like an angry lion. He roared in a low voice and kicked the body of Hantai on the ground fiercely. "Get up quickly! Hurry up..." All the painstaking efforts have been faintly wasted. How can we not let him be extremely angry?

But when he saw that Xingtai woke up and didn't see the person in front of him clearly, he screamed, "Don't kill me!" Don't kill me! I don't know anything..."

A murderous Yuanying monk was scared to look like this. Has something happened? If Zhang Yan was here, he must know that this was done by the cold fortune-telling old man, but the Mingjing of the table did not know. Seeing that the absence of the table was like this, he kicked the table again fiercely and asked angrily, "Get up and tell me who did it?"

Only then did he completely wake up, and his face suddenly became extremely gloomy. He got up and looked uncertain, and there was even a trace of surprise.

After a while, he looked painful and said, "I don't know, I really don't know who did it..."

There was a strong fear in his expression of pain. When Tai Mingjing and Taipeng saw this, they couldn't help looking at each other, and a bad feeling welled up in their hearts.

At this moment, a sound of breaking the air came to the ears of the three people. The three turned their heads at the same time, but saw a group of eleven large-sleeved monks coming from the distance.

is the Yuanying monk of Nanlu Xianzong!

In addition to Lang Yongqin, the elder who came to Qianjing City early, 11 Zhang of Nanlu Xianzong came to Qi.

The faces of the three people changed dramatically. What did they do here? Could it be...

"Okay, you, you are the mirror of Lutai. How dare you hide it and not report the news of that boy? I think you don't want to survive!" Before the person who sang the piano arrived, the voice came first and broke the purpose of the trip.

Hung ~ As if struck by lightning, endless apprehens emerged on the face of the Mingjing of the Tai Dynasty. As expected, they had learned about it. Who told them? Are they guilty?

At this time, eleven Yuanying monks of Nanlu Xianzong fell to the ground and fanned around the three people.

As soon as he landed, Lang Yongqin shouted, "What about that boy? Tell him quickly, or I will destroy the three of you now!"

Tangtai Mingjing knew that it was useless to hide it at this time. Nanlu Xianzong was a Yuanying monk who glanced around. A deep sense of powerlessness surged into his heart and said bitterly, "Just before you came, that boy had been taken away..."

What! The monks of Nanlu Xianzong were stunned, their faces became a little gloomy, and their eyes were not good.

"Bold! Are you still going to lie to us now? The starlight of the starlight, the starlight of the starlight, I think you are immortal~" The blue light flashed on Lang Yongqin's face, showing a trace of cruelty.

The staring mirror of Pengtai was stared at by a group of high-level monks. He couldn't help but be excited, and his calves trembled. He turned his head and shouted at the already dumbfounded staring, "Waste! Why don't you tell me today's events in detail? You won't be willing until my death of the Tai clan?

The eyes of the monks of Nanlu Xianzong once again fell on the lack of Datai. Although he was murderous and arrogant, he was also coldly sweating and wanted to seize the road.

Taking a deep breath, Tailu was about to tell today's events in detail. At this time, several rapid sound of breaking through the air sounded again, and dozens of figures fell on the street a hundred feet away in the blink of an eye. The clothes were flying and the divine light surged. This was another group of high-level monks!

Looking in the direction, this is where it comes.

One of the monks of Nanlu Xianzong suddenly shouted, "Why do the dogs of Hengyue Xianzong always keep their ghosts? Wherever we go, he will go. Do you really think we are afraid of them?"

The speaker is Chu Zhaoyun, whose voice is still old and heavy, but at this time it is full of resentment. At the auction, he bid on behalf of the whole Nanlu Xianzong to grab the top Xuanbao, but he was always disturbed by Hengyue Xianzong. Even later, the high and long wind of Hengyue Xianzong blatantly mocked him in public that his courage was not as good as a woman. People, how can this make Chu Zhaoyun feel embarrassed?

At this time, when he saw this group of monks of Hengyue Sect coming to stir up the situation again at the critical moment, he obviously wanted to step in. Chu Zhaoyun's tone was naturally full of the fierce smell of Xiao killing.

Not only was he furious, but other monks of Nanlu Xianzong's faces were extremely gloomy, and sparks splashed in his eyes.

"Old man, who are you scolding? Do you want to fight with us at this time? The high and long wind was as fierce as the cold wind in the middle of winter, and the smell of gunpowder in the sound was not unyielded at all.

At this time, more than ten Yuanying monks of Hengyue Xianzong also approached and stood against the monks of Nanlu Xianzong on the other side. The three people in Pengtai Mingjing were surrounded by two groups of people in the center.

At this time, there was no way for the three people to intervene. Although they were also three Yuanying monks, they were blocked in the middle of the road by two super-large monks who were nearly eight times more than them. Who could be calm?

Like a cold cicada, dull and obedient, it has become the most realistic portrayal of the three people now.