Wanjie praise group

Chapter 179
Xu Ming broke the old man's aura with his hand knife, and finally won a little chance to speak.

"I'm telling you, uncle, you just take action without asking any questions!"

"What are the dead soldiers from Beilin? I have nothing to do with them. I'm just hungry."

Before Xu Ming finished speaking, the old man sneered.

"Don't give me any excuses. Could it be that the way you approach the dead is like that?"

"If that's the case, it's an insult to the term "dead warrior."

Having said that, he dodged and attacked Xu Ming, who couldn't help but get a little angry when he saw this.

For such a strange old man with a head full of muscles, perhaps only by using all his strength can he clearly understand that he has nothing to do with those men who died in the north.

The old man with the powerful qi protecting his body is even more astonishingly fast.

Originally, Xu Ming didn't intend to use the hatchet hanging from his waist, but it can be seen that the old man is so resolute, he had no choice but to use the knife when he saw this.

The familiar handle of the knife fell into Xu Ming's hand, and the feeling of flesh and blood at this moment seemed to bring him back to the bamboo sea that he had not left for 30 years.

His sword skills have long been imprinted on every inch of muscle and every cell, but Xu Ming did not deliberately activate the spiritual energy in his body.

But the surging sword intent has turned into the best commander to guide the pure aura refined by the three-color golden elixir in his dantian into an unrivaled blade, mercilessly slashing at the oncoming person The stellar energy, and the old man wrapped in it.

The hatchet, which looks like a blunt knife, bursts out with a sharpness beyond imagination.

The collision between the Gang Qi and the blade caused a wave of air that swept away everything around him.

The air wave hit the wall specially treated by the old man, making a muffled bang bang.

And a crisp sound of shattering has also emerged from the wall.

Only this time, it was the old man who retreated first, because he noticed that the hatchet in the hands of the young man in front of him did not seem to be ordinary.

Moreover, this sword technique was obviously instructed by a master of sword techniques. The force of the sword was not leaked at the moment it was released. It completely collided with his own body-protecting aura and still managed to survive.

Think about it, there is indeed no such figure among the dead soldiers in Beilin.

Otherwise, why would the Lu family put so much effort into cultivating a dead soldier?

The old man is also a straightforward person, but when he thought about it, he stopped first.

When Xu Ming saw the old man backing away, he put the saber back on his waist as well.

"Boy, I see that your sword skills are extraordinary. Does your master have a name? Tell me."

Xu Ming secretly heaved a sigh of relief seeing that the old man had finally given up the idea of ​​attacking him.

Because the sword he just slashed with at least [-]% of his strength was obviously still unable to break through the old man's protective aura.

Obviously this person's cultivation level is not lower than his own, but he asked him the name of his master.

Xu Ming thought about it for a long time, but he didn't seem to remember that the farmer mentioned it himself.

Of course, he has been obsessed with swordsmanship for the past 30 years, but he didn't find a chance to ask.

Such an awkward stillness made the old man think that the master behind him had some unrevealable secret, so he simply didn't ask any more questions.

After all, those senior experts don’t like their names being mentioned by the world.

"Boy, since you are not one of those dead soldiers from the north, why are you still wandering around the streets during the curfew in the city?"

The old man's words were on the point of asking, Xu Ming said upon hearing this.

"Because I'm Hungry"

The old man laughed heartily when he heard the words, and he seemed extremely hearty. It seemed that he did not expect to meet such a simple junior like Xu Ming in the middle of the night.

Although he knew that cultivators had no interest in ordinary food, the old man still ordered the servants in the courtyard to prepare a banquet for Xu Ming.

It can be regarded as an apology for the misunderstanding just now. Of course, this is simply what Xu Ming wished for.

A few pieces of dry biscuits only temporarily suppressed the surging internal organs in his body. If he really wanted to satisfy his craving, he would have to use meat as a sacrifice.

There was a lot of commotion in the courtyard before, and those servants also hid in their rooms and did not dare to come out.

Now that the crisis is over, he is busy, as if he has become accustomed to everything in front of him.

Xu Ming paid attention to this feature, and thought.

"It seems that this old man must be in a prominent position. This is obviously not the first time such a desperate assassination."

The old man took the robe handed over by the servant, and said after putting it on casually.

"Boy, you and I don't know each other until we fight each other. Since your master's name cannot be said, you should have a name."

"What's the name? Tell me."

After 30 years of boring experience, Xu Ming's character has changed dramatically.He already had a way to deal with the old man's question.

"The name is just a code name. What I'm more curious about is that senior with such skill can actually live in this simple small town. It seems that there are some unexplainable secrets."

Xu Ming's words made the old man laugh loudly. For such a thoughtful junior, he naturally loves talents.

"You, a junior, have a bit of sense. The old man's name is easy to remember. I think you saw it when you first entered the city."

Xu Ming, who heard the words, couldn't help remembering the two weather-beaten words engraved on the city wall.

"Lintao?"

"Lin Tao is just a homophonic pronunciation. My real name is Ling Tao. Before I retired, I was considered a master, but my life in my later years seems a bit uneven."

After saying this, Ling Tao watched coldly as the bodies of the previous dead soldiers from the north were carried away by his servants.

When Xu Ming saw this, he wanted to say something else, but the servant on the side said respectfully.

"My lord, the food is ready."

"Okay, you go back first."

"Yes"

Just like that, Xu Ming and Ling Tao came to a not-so-big side room. The desk made of mahogany was already filled with delicious food.

The smell of the food mixed together made Xu Ming's hunger that had been suppressed by the dry biscuits go away.

Ling Tao, who was on the side, was also a sweetheart, and he smiled when he saw this.

"A real man doesn't stick to trivial matters and doesn't have to be so polite as outsiders."

After all, he tore off a roasted chicken leg and ate it after a few mouthfuls.

While eating, he seemed to be commenting on the skill of his cook.

Seeing this, Xu Ming no longer hesitated, and started to talk.

Of course, he doesn't have to worry about the poison in these meals, because the three-color golden elixir in his body is the best antidote in the world.

Because of the existence of the Heaven Refining Creation Technique, there is also the double guarantee of burning blood and strange fire.

This gave Xu Ming an extra life-saving method that ordinary people rarely have after entering the alchemy realm.

The two of them were talking while eating. Although there was a big difference in age, the two of them seemed to get along quite well when chatting.

While the two were talking to each other, the sky in the distance slowly dawned
The news of the failed assassination finally reached the ears of the old man of the Lu family at this time.

(End of this chapter)