Jing Sansan said sarcastically: "If you can win, can you hide for so long? According to your style, if you have enemies, you may have sneaked into someone else's house that night and slashed your neck while you are sleeping. Everything will be fine. I didn't say that I am hiding now, just because you are afraid that you will lose face, and you really think you are so powerful?"

The old man in green robe covered his chest and said in a furious manner: "Even if I am not killed by someone, I will be angry with you, the evil disciple!"

Of course, he knew very well how much his apprentice cared about him. This was just the way their master and apprentice got along. Even though he was so angry that he was about to die, he wouldn't be really angry, and he was more helpless.

Jing Sansan still used his ridicule secret, "Even if I am angry to death, it is better than being killed by you in a pitiful and embarrassing manner."

The old man in the green robe understood that he could not tell Jing Sansan. Every time he couldn't tell, he had to do it. But now he was not interested in taking action. Instead, he looked at Jing Sansan very seriously and said very seriously: "I promise I won't die. Even if I hide, I have been preparing. You have to believe in being a teacher. The reason why you hide now is that you are afraid that that guy will threaten me with you. At that time, I will be really dead."

Jing Sansan's mouth moved, and he wanted to refute it very much, but the old man in the green robe had a reasonable point. If the old man in the green robe was afraid of his presence, it would be his entire sin, which means he killed the teacher.

He looked at the old man in the green robe with serious expression, and finally nodded, saying, "Okay, I'll listen to you, but you must live. If you die, I will make you in peace."

The old man in the green robe had a black thread all over his head. It was really unfortunate to think that he had accepted such an apprentice.

......

In the dilapidated alley, Gu Shanke pushed open the yard door cursingly, ignoring his body soaked in the rain, Li Mengzhou stepped forward to hold an umbrella and said inexplicably: "Senior, what's wrong with you?"

Gu Shanke said in extreme resentment: "Those old guys are really shameless. They regret playing chess. It is obvious that I should win, but they actually act like a rogue for me! I'm really angry!"

Li Mengzhou was so amused that he thought that Gushanke was a big thing in the Five Realms, and he was so angry that he played chess with some ordinary old people.

Xiao Zhinan stood under the eaves and suddenly said, "It would be better for Senior Gushan to raise his sword and kill them."

Li Mengzhou's face was full of horror.

Gu Shanke's face also collapsed slightly, and he couldn't help but twitch, waved his hand and said, "That won't be."

He said with a serious expression: "Xiao Yatou, you are obsessed with it."

He didn't know what Xiao Zhinan meant. The so-called killing of those old neighbors was entirely based on appearance, and the focus was on the word "holding a sword". Now Xiao Zhinan was reminding Gu Shanke in a different way that he was a sword cultivator and should have a sword in his hand.

Perhaps he wanted to change the topic, Gushanke coughed lightly, looked at the rain and fog, and said, "There is a sense of solemnity hidden in the rain and water. I am afraid that someone in Baihong Town will die."

Li Mengzhou looked slightly stunned and said in surprise: "What do you mean by senior?"

Gu Shanke waved his hand and said, "You can watch it yourself, I'm going to go to bed."

As he spoke, he went around Xiao Zhinan, walked into the room, and closed the door with a snap.

However, Xiao Zhinan was observing this autumn rain very seriously.

Li Mengzhou was silent for a long time and couldn't help asking, "What have you seen?"

Xiao Zhinan shook his head and said, "I saw nothing."

Li Mengzhou said with some annoyance: "Senior Gushan likes to play puzzles very much."

Xiao Zhinan said: "I hate people who play puzzles the most."

Li Mengzhou nodded and expressed his agreement.

At the same time, on a mountain road outside Baihong Town, in the cold autumn rain, the fog was heavy, and a figure gradually appeared.

The man was wearing a Taoist robe, a hat on his head, and a knife around his waist.

The road was muddy due to rain, but the Taoist stepped on the mud and did not get any stains on the soles of his boots. He was really a fairy-like style.

However, in fact, practitioners who have crossed the threshold of the four realms can do it as long as they want, but they also need to control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to reach the peak. It is also difficult for practitioners who have just entered the four realms to do it.

The lead-black clouds gathered together, and the last rain in autumn came very violently. Lightning roared across the clouds, waves surging along the river of heaven, and the rumbling sound came from a very far away.

The sword cultivator wearing a Taoist robe came to Baihong Town with light steps.

He lifted up his hat slightly, revealed a pair of bright eyes, quietly looked at the three big words "Baihong Town" on the door wall, and murmured: "I am quite good at hiding. If there were no swordsmen in the world who gathered towards Baihong Town, I wouldn't be able to catch you."

There are swordsmen coming to Baihong Town, of course, it does not mean that old people in green robe will also appear, but no one cares about their place of sight in Baihong Town. It seems that it is easy to ask for it.

After all, the old man in green robe appeared in Baihong Town.

Baihong Town is not like the capital Langya or Fengjiang and Jinzhou. He let go of his mind and explored the entire Baihong Town without any scruples.

It was like an eagle hovering in the sky, and a pair of eagle eyes grabbed every corner of Baihong Town with extremely sharp eyes.

However, soon, Feng Zhengyang's brows frowned deeply.

In his silence scene, the girl in green suddenly looked at him. Almost at the same time, in a more secret corner, the young man holding a sword also looked at him with a very indifferent gaze.

In a dilapidated alley, there is also a man and a woman standing.

Feng Zhengyang instantly withdrew his mind to wander. His eyes were a little horrified, and he took a quick breath, murmured in disbelief: "How could there be so many great monks in the little Baihong Town?!"

This is not the most important thing, the key is that these practitioners are all very young.

Feng Zhengyang did not find any trace of the old man in the green robe, but thought in horror. He just let go of his mind for a moment and attracted so many gazes, which made him suddenly feel like he was retreating.

He was not afraid of any of the people in his eyes, but these practitioners were too young and all discovered themselves in that short moment, which made him a little confused about what was going on in Baihong Town.

Could it be that the old guy Lu Qingchan climbed to the mountain gate and cultivator?

Waiting to fall into the trap now?

It is rare to see such young monks in the mountains. Except for the monks on the mountains, he could not imagine other possible identities.

Moreover, in those eyes, Feng Zhengyang realized that more than one person had a cultivation level that was no less than his.

Although Feng Zhengyang was a little scared and quickly withdrew his mind to wander, he did not find any trace of the old man in the green robe, but the old man in the green robe had already noticed Feng Zhengyang's arrival.

Jing Sansan stayed in the shop, while the old man in green robe held an umbrella alone and went to the outsider of the town.

Looking at the teacher's back gradually disappearing on the rainy night, Jing Sansan's expression was very complicated. In fact, he knew very well that the enemy was not an ordinary person who could keep the teacher hiding for so long. It was difficult to decide whether this battle was life or death.

But he would rather believe in the teacher, that he would not die easily.

Although the teacher is already very old.

......

In the dilapidated alley, Li Mengzhou looked outside Baihong Town with a brow frown, recalling the fleeting thought of wandering, and looked at Xiao Zhinan with a slightly solemn expression, saying, "Fourth realms?"

Xiao Zhinan said lightly: "It's very high."

Li Mengzhou secretly stumbled: "The great monk at the peak of the fourth realm?"

Xiao Zhinan's interest seemed not as high as he thought.

There is of course a big difference between the elderly and the peak monks at the fourth level of the land and the young monks at the same level.

Of course, the elderly know more and have richer experience, but their qualifications for cultivation are obviously not outstanding. Otherwise, at least they would have crossed the threshold of the five realms at least. For Xiao Zhinan, it is possible to draw a sword, but it is not very necessary.

If she was usually the case, she could be more interested. In the comparison between the elderly and young people in the same environment, as long as the elderly are not old and step into the gates of hell with half of their feet, it is naturally difficult for young people to overcome the lack of experience and understanding, but those who appear outside Baihong Town obviously have clear opponents.

Xiao Zhinan no longer had a lot of interest to join in the fun.

When Li Mengzhou discovered the second person outside Baihong Town, he finally realized that it was the enemy of the old man in the green robe who was chasing him.

Thinking of his casual and polite sentence, if he encounters trouble, he will come to the ruined alley to find him. Although Li Mengzhou would not regret saying that, he obviously did not want to involve the showdown between the peak cultivators of the fourth level.

He just looked at it silently, and also wanted to see how strong the old man in the green robe was.

Snowy lightning roared in the night sky.

The thunder rumbles on the ground, and the boiling water of the sky is like a scene where a building is about to collapse.

The roar of wild beasts resounded among the mountains.

The solemn intention that he got here gradually pushed to the extreme.

Outside Baihong Town, the old man in green robe met Feng Zhengyang.

An old man in Confucian style holding an umbrella.

Wearing a Taoist robe and a straw hat, he is also quite old.

"Lu Qingchan." Feng Zhengyang raised his eyes and looked at the old man in green robe standing opposite him, and said in a slightly sarcastic voice: "You are finally willing to appear. You should have been hiding in a very embarrassing way for so many years."

Lu Qingchan is the name of the old man in green robe. Toad can mean golden toad, which also represents money. Qingfeng is upright and disdains the smell of copper. In fact, Lu Qingchan really has no money, which does not mean that he doesn't like money. After all, it is difficult to survive without money.

He looked at Feng Zhengyang with a calm expression and said, "You are still persevering. So many years have passed and I haven't given up yet. I am so tired for you. Why do you have to kill me? Isn't it good to enjoy your old age happily?"

The origin of the grudge between Lu Qingchan and Feng Zhengyang is actually very simple to say.

It's nothing more than the things in the world.

If you have any disagreement in the mountains and rivers, you may never die. The monks in the mountains and fields plunder resources and do everything they can. In the final analysis, they are all for becoming stronger and able to survive.

Naturally, there are very few resources that can be competed for in the mountains. The so-called spiritual plants are only used by pharmacists to cure diseases and save people. It is difficult to play a significant role in practitioners. If a practitioner wants to become stronger, he can only visualize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and practice magical powers. The second is to compete for good weapons.

All the supernatural powers that are in the mountains are the lowest. Although supernatural powers are divided into two categories: enlightenment and enlightenment, supernatural powers are only targeted at new people who have just come into contact with the world of cultivation, and there are also differences between comprehension of supernatural powers, as well as inheriting supernatural powers.

The "Li Sword Sutra" of Li Gong Sword Academy is a superior magical power. Only the last sword can be called the inherited magical power. Moreover, Li Gong also has a sword trap, which belongs to the inheritance of Lishan Sword Immortal, and ordinary disciples cannot contact it.

Xiao Zhinan's Jinghong Sword Intent is the magical power inherited by Langhuan Sword Immortal, and it can be regarded as one of the strongest swords in the Sword Sect.

It’s just that Xiao Zhinan has not yet fully understood it.

Even the Four-level Mountain Gate rarely comes into contact with the superior supernatural powers, and the Three-level Mountain Gate can only practice the inferior supernatural powers. The supernatural powers that appear in the mountains and fields are not carried to the mountains and fields, but are basically all inferior supernatural powers, or even just some basics.

But this is enough to make the monks in the wild who have no background and no way to rob them and get bloody.

When Lu Qingchan and Feng Zhengyang become enemies, they also derive from practicing magical powers.
Chapter completed!