Emperor Jiuyin

"What do you mean?" Li Hanxue stared at the man in black robe, with a cold glint in his eyes.

The man in black robe quickly let go of the hand on Li Hanxue's shoulder and said with a smile: "There is no other meaning. I just see my brother's extraordinary skills and admire him very much. I don't know what to call him?"

"Li Shiba." Li Hanxue made up a name at random to deal with the man in black robe.

"This name is really interesting." The man in black robe smiled.

"There are a total of eighteen brothers in the family, and I am the last, so I am called Li Shiba."

"That's it." The man in black robe believed it in his heart.

Su Xiaoya on the side laughed secretly in her heart after hearing this: "Brother Hanxue is getting better and better at deceiving people."

"What do you call your Excellency?" Li Hanxue asked.

"Xiang Ping." The man in black robe said, "I wonder why Brother Li came to this ancient city of Sang?"

"Looking for the ghost-faced old man." Li Hanxue was not afraid of being exposed. No one could recognize him now anyway, so he just used this fake identity to ask for information about the ghost-faced old man.

When the man in black robe heard this, he smiled and said: "So Brother Li is here to see the ghost-faced old man. What a coincidence. I am also here to see the ghost-faced old man."

"Do you know where the ghost-faced old man lives?" Li Hanxue asked.

"I only know a little bit about this. Three years ago, I heard that the ghost-faced old man lived in an old house in the east of the city. Now I don't know if he is still there."

"The Ghost-faced Old Man is famous in our Sanggu City. If you want to find him, you must..." Because of Li Hanxue's amazing performance just now, many warriors gathered around Li Hanxue and participated in the discussion of the Ghost-faced Old Man.

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At this time, in a dilapidated small temple on the northern outskirts of Sanggu City.

The four walls of the small temple had turned from white to scarlet, and the strong smell of blood permeated the entire small temple. The fierce battle had lasted for dozens of hours, and several holes had been punched through the four walls of the small temple. Suddenly, there was a loud bang. , the small temple collapsed directly, and all the warriors were exposed to the heavy rain.

Their zhenqi formed a circular protective shield, and the heavy rain hit it, turning it into a rain curtain and flowing down. These people were divided into two camps, one of which had as many as sixty people, all dressed in black, with fierce and murderous expressions. A man with a stern expression stood in the center, apparently headed by him.

There were only a dozen people in the other camp, all in different costumes. They were surrounded by more than sixty people in the center. They looked miserable. They were at the end of their rope and were fighting a trapped beast.

There were more than a dozen people lying on the ground. Their bodies were affected by the mysterious weapon magic weapon Zhenqi Gong. They died in a tragic manner and their appearance was unrecognizable.

"The night is long and the dream is many, fight quickly and kill!" The man with a stern look shouted angrily, and the majority of the people in the camp suddenly attacked with black soldiers and killed more than a dozen people.

More than a dozen people suddenly looked miserable. They had no choice but to raise their weapons and resist desperately.

Half an hour later, another twenty corpses were added to the ground.

Among the remaining group of people, the stern-looking man stared at the corpse on the ground and laughed loudly: "What kind of sixth-grade sect, the disciples taught by it are not just a bunch of idiots, they are still killed by us."

"Senior brother is mighty!"

"Senior brother is mighty!" All the subordinates in black shouted loudly.

The man showed a hint of pride, waved his hand and said: "Close the team! Return to the sect to receive the reward."

As soon as the man turned around, his steps suddenly froze. He saw two people walking in the distance from the ruins of the small temple. They were an old man and a young man. The old man was of outstanding character. They were wearing gray robes and were spotless. Their gray hair was neatly combed. Extremely beautiful, he must have been an elegant and elegant young man when he was young.

The young man has a slender figure and a handsome face. He is wearing white clothes and white shoes. His long black hair is also neatly arranged and draped on his back, making him look like a young nobleman.

An old man and a young man slowly approached the man. The young man was always half a step ahead of the old man, and the old man had no objection to this, just like a master and a servant. The heavy rain washed over them and fell on them, as if their clothes had been soaked.

However, sharp-eyed men have already discovered that the moment the raindrops fell on them, they were distorted by a magical force and disappeared out of thin air. This method was many times better than using a true energy shield to avoid the rain.

Before the man had time to think too much, an old man and a young man had already walked in front of him.

"Who are you? Tell me your name!" The man smelled the smell of danger, and his expression became serious.

The young man glanced at the man, but ignored him at all, just treating him like air. He glanced at the group of men in black behind the man, and said expressionlessly: "Uncle Xu, kill all these demonic evildoers. "

The old man stroked his beard and smiled slightly: "As the Holy Son said."

"Who are you? I'm asking you, are you deaf?" The man was ignored and became furious.

The old man shook his head and smiled: "You are not worthy of knowing our identities. You just need to die obediently."

"The old guy is uttering arrogant words! Brothers, kill this old guy and get this little guy tortured! Kill!"

As soon as the man gave the order, the crowd suddenly surged and surrounded the old man aggressively.

"You are brave and not afraid of death, which is admirable!"

The old man laughed, and his right hand, as smooth as jade, swiped in the air. In the air, the trajectory of all the raindrops falling was distorted, and a black space suddenly appeared. The moment the black space appeared, waves of mysterious and terrifying power overflowed from it, emitting a terrible attraction. The bodies of all the men in black floated up involuntarily. The men in black were all shocked. They fought back desperately but to no avail. Their bodies still flew uncontrollably towards the black space.

When the man saw this black space, his face turned pale and his voice trembled: "Ming...Ming warrior."

The old man smiled and said, "So you have some knowledge."

After all, the man was a character who could do anything with swords and knives. After quickly calming down, he thought to himself: "Damn, I actually met a Ming warrior! I can't resist it. I can only run away!"

He was just a Xuanwu warrior. He would not have any chance against a Ming warrior. Running away was the only choice.

The man gritted his teeth and took out a jade talisman from his storage bag. The jade talisman was engraved with a teleportation array pattern. It was the teleportation talisman.

Without saying anything, the man injected his true energy into the jade talisman, stimulating the power of the jade talisman, and a burst of starlight suddenly filled his body.

"We must go back and report to the sect master! A master of the Nether Martial Realm has appeared here!"

When the man's body was about to disappear, he was shocked to find that the gray-haired old man's hand had already reached out to him.

"No!"

The man roared in despair, and he was pulled back by the old man in an instant, and the teleportation failed! You know, when using the teleportation talisman, it sounds long, but in fact the time is very short, just a moment, but the old man seized the fatal moment and caught the man back alive. This terrifying strength made the man completely desperate.

"Who are you?" The man stared at the old man's face, horrified.

"Uncle Xu, don't talk nonsense with him, kill him!" The young man said again.

The old man nodded and slapped the man's head with a palm. The man was immediately like a thunderbolt, his eyes were straight, and he died instantly.

Dozens of his brothers were also turned into ashes by the old man's palm, and fell into the mud, never to be revived.

For a while, corpses were everywhere around the small temple, and nearly a hundred people died.

"Uncle Xu, let's go."

"Yes, Holy Son."

The old man and the young man took another step and slowly headed towards the direction of Sanggu City.

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