Dressed up as the biggest dummy in the realm of self-cultivation

The masked man led An Xinglan along the way, stopping and turning, and finally arrived at the destination.

An Xinglan talked to him: "Are you familiar with this place?"

"Old nest?"

The masked man dragged An Xinglan into a room, "Stop talking nonsense, just stay here." After speaking, he locked the door and left.

It is impossible to be honest. As soon as the masked man leaves, An Xinglan will break the door, smash the windows and smash the roof, but I also know that the masked man will not just put An Xinglan here so reassuringly. The law imposed by others has not been broken.

Alas, there is a saying that you have to be strong to strike iron, nothing can compare to your own cultivation and strength.

An Xinglan looked around in this room. The room was not big, and the furniture was very simple. The only few pieces of furniture were covered in dust, as if they hadn't been used for a long time.

An Xinglan guessed that this room was where the masked man himself lived, but it was too simple, and he didn't look like a big boss. Even Teng Yiyan, who had a rough style, lived in a smaller house than this A thousand times better.

"Boom." The door opened.The masked man stood outside the door, and the black silk was wrapped around An Xinglan's wrist, trying to pull An Xinglan out, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?"

The masked man answered him this time, looked at him with a sneer and said, "I'll sell you for money."

An Xinglan: "Is that your boss? I thought you were doing it alone, but you are still organized?"

"You are like this in every den? Just want to follow the crooked way? I still practice bit by bit, why do you think you can't walk the right way?"

"We can't tolerate people like you in Moxiu, so where is this place? It's much darker than our Fuyou Continent."

An Xinglan was dragged out of the courtyard. It's not like he didn't see other people on the way, but no one cared about An Xinglan's appearance, and none of them looked kind, and some people talked to the masked man : "Yinmian, the quality of the one caught this time seems to be okay? But why haven't you talked about it? Don't you want to keep it as a food reserve?"

As soon as An Xinglan heard this, he knew that this was a den of thieves, and there was no need to count on these people.

The masked man talked perfunctorily to the people he met, continued to drag An Xinglan forward, and said to An Xinglan in a hoarse, frosted voice: "I advise you to talk less later and suffer less."

As we walked forward, the houses began to look different, and the masked man became more silent. An Xinglan knew that the biggest room in front of him should be the buyer the masked man was looking for.The masked man walked slower and slower for some reason, and even stopped. An Xinglan walked up to the masked man, bumped his arm, and wanted to talk to him, but the masked man jumped out as if stung by a scorpion. From far away, the eyes protruding from the mask could breathe fire, and he yelled at An Xinglan, "What are you doing?"

This, this, the reaction is still so big?

An Xinglan gave him a strange look, alas, the disfigured man must have suffered from physical contact phobia, if he knew his weakness, he would have used this trick to deal with him.

An Xinglan said awkwardly to the masked man: "In exchange for money, you might as well exchange for ransom. In fact, I can get back a lot of ransom, which is more cost-effective than doing business by yourself."

But while they were talking, a person walked up beside them, and said to the masked man, "Silver-faced lord is going to see the master, please."

So the masked man started to walk forward again, An Xinglan touched his wrist, trusting An Yeming, trusting An Yeming, for a person like An Yeming, what he gave would never embarrass him.

Before entering the door, the masked man paused again, as if he wanted to say something to An Xinglan, "You—" but he swallowed it back again, "Forget it."

An Xinglan choked in panic, half-talking people were the most annoying.

An Xinglan was thinking about something messy, but in fact she was flustered. She followed the masked man into the house, and immediately saw a silver-haired old man sitting in the middle.

This kind of situation is actually rare, just like Zhu Jianshu, An Yeming and the others have not changed for more than ten years, and they all stay in their best-looking youth.

Before An Xinglan had time to think about it, he heard the man in the mask greet him, "Old Yin." Even though he lowered his head slightly, he looked very respectful, but it didn't feel like he was a dog's leg.

As soon as the silver-haired old man came in from An Xinglan, he mainly focused his gaze on An Xinglan, his cloudy eyes fixed on An Xinglan, as if he was looking at a dead object.

"it's him?"

The masked man responded.

The eyes of the silver-haired old man quickly fell on An Xinglan's left wrist with precision. An Xinglan's sleeve was lifted by a breeze, revealing the simple bracelet.

The silver-haired old man couldn't help but took two steps forward, his cloudy eyes also burst into light, almost glued to them, that was greed.

But this gaffe was only for a moment, and then he suppressed the excitement, and touched the bracelet lightly with a very subtle energy, and the result of the ensuing test made his face tremble excitedly.

The masked man also said hoarsely: "If it is auctioned in Chunxiao Pavilion, it will be the finale."

Silver-haired old man: "Things are indeed good things, silver-faced, you are lucky this time."

The masked man didn't say anything this time.

Everything is known to be a good thing, but what is in front of us now is how to keep the good things for ourselves.

As for this point, the masked man can't help. If he can do it, he doesn't need to bring it to the silver-haired old man.

An Xinglan frowned, because he always felt that the old man wanted to cut off his hand. I believe that if he could cut off his hand, he would not hesitate, but he couldn't do it now.

The silver-haired old man thought: "If you don't try them one by one, flooding, burying, burning, poisoning, drugging, puppet talisman, bed of ten thousand insects, those who specialize in torture know better, maybe which method will be effective It's over."

An Xinglan got goosebumps when he heard that, the little old man was really ruthless.

The silver-haired old man turned to the silent masked man and said, "Okay, you can use the Holy Qi pool for two months."

Seeing that the masked man didn't leave, the silver-haired old man asked suspiciously, "Silver mask? Is there anything else?"

The masked man was looking at the irritating bastard who finally showed a little fear, and now he knew he was afraid. Sure enough, the young master who grew up in Fuwo with delicate skin and tender flesh did not know the dangers of the world, heh, now he knows.

Hearing the silver-haired old man ask him, the masked man wanted to say goodbye and leave, but as soon as his footsteps turned a little, this bastard flashed in front of his eyes. When it was an ordinary look, but now it was finally full of fear, and it didn't dare to make noise.

I don't know what drove it, but the masked man didn't leave right away. He put his hand on his mask and said to the silver-haired old man in a hoarse voice, "Tell him to take off the bracelet, and I'll take this child away."

The silver-haired old man was stunned: "Yinmian, are you still reluctant to part with this kid? Are you reluctant to part with this kid when you have the holy energy pool? If not, how about I add some supplements for you? It's not worse than this kid, and he's also a monk."

Masked man: "That's not necessary, it's just that I was angry with this kid before and wanted to clean him up with my own hands."

The silver-haired old man laughed loudly, "Can you be angry? Then this kid still has two sharp claws."

An Xinglan frowned. It's not that he can't give the bracelet, because he still has the safety pendant, but if they find that he still has the safety pendant, they will definitely have to let him hand it over.

The silver-haired old man is old and cruel. As for the masked man, he has a strong desire for revenge and is not a soft-hearted person, and there is no better choice than the other.

Only the silver-haired old man said again: "Then can you make this kid hand over the bracelet by himself?"

Just as the silver-haired old man was talking with the masked man, something happened. Someone hurried in and interrupted the conversation between the silver-haired old man and the masked man.

Before the interrupted silver-haired old man had time to reprimand, the person who came had already said in a panic, "Master, master, there are people outside who are making trouble, and they have already come in—"

Needless to say at this time, the silver-haired old man and the masked man had already heard the movement. The silver-haired old man flew out of the room first, and the masked man followed suit. He still kept An Xinglan by his side at all times.

It was very lively outside, all kinds of weapons and techniques flashed in the air, tall, short, fat, and thin figures all jumped around.

These people are not a mob. An Xinglan can see that their level is not bad. Of course, they are far inferior to Zhu Jianshu and Teng Yiyan, but they are definitely better than An Xinglan. The most important thing is that they are ruthless. Spicy, there are no taboos in the moves, and the most important thing is that there are many people, especially many.

There is only one target for so many people watching, and that person is also very conspicuous among the crowd - all in white, only a back, a black sword, and the hand holding the sword, but the tall and straight Standing out from the crowd of people with his posture, the flowing clouds and flowing water he swung with his sword up, he stood out from the crowd, making people focus on him the first time they saw him.

The siege of so many people, all kinds of weapons were launched, but none of them could get close to him, but one person was swept away by his sword energy and lay down.

An Xinglan even had a feeling that the white-clothed man was holding back his hands. If he didn't just let these people fall down, or if he took their lives directly, the battle might have ended.

When An Xinglan lost his mind, the silver-haired old man had already shouted angrily: "Who is here? Report your name! How dare you come to my Ansha Cave alone, I will let you come and go today."

Although the silver-haired old man said this, he didn't move forward immediately. Although he said big words, he was cautious in his actions. He was observing and evaluating the strength of the incoming people.

And the man in white turned around at this moment. Before An Xinglan could see his face clearly, he felt a cold breath rushing towards his face. , Facing the words of the silver-haired old man, his eyes couldn't show any emotion, just like a boundless ice field.

It made An Xinglan think for a moment of the kind of immortal described by the world, noble and free from dust, free from dust, detached from the three worlds, invisible to all things, with no desires, desires, and anger.This man swept across the den of thieves with a sword, and when he was only looking at his back, An Xinglan's favor was already soared by the airy posture of this man.

Now this person turned around, his body was cold and detached, which didn't make An Xinglan feel bad. He also felt that this person should have such an image, which fit him very well.

"Dark Sha Cave, Yin Lao Sha."

Ah, the voice is as cold as ice, but it's also pleasant to hear. The powerful gesture of this person sweeping through the bandits' nest quickly made An Xinglan a little fanboy.

It was only when the little fan came back from the cold and unwavering eyes of this man, and fell on the whole face of the man in white, that he realized that this man had an extremely ordinary face, one that could not be remembered at first glance, but it was similar to the face of the man in white. His pair of vast, yet mysterious and deep eyes didn't quite match, and they didn't quite match that fairy's posture, as if the light had weakened a lot, and he was dragged down from the mortal world.

But it doesn't matter, the face is not important, the key is that this person has a handsome body and temperament, and he floats towards the silver-haired old man as soon as he speaks.

As the leader, the silver-haired old man still had two brushes. He quickly fought with the man in white, but he was not knocked down by the man in white.

But even though the silver-haired old man used his housekeeping skills, the white-clothed fairy still didn't slow down, and his hair was not messed up.

It's just that with the help of a master, a small shrimp like An Xinglan was easily swept away, and the black silk on his wrist began to drag him to the side again. The masked man wanted to escape.

An Xinglan was convinced too, the masked man escaped and still didn't forget him, it seemed that he was very reluctant to part with his bracelet, he was too desperate for money.

The silver-haired old man also arranged life-saving means in his old lair. A large array was activated, and the silver-haired old man also had a magic weapon in his hand. At this time, he didn't hold back any of it. The large space was messed up under the battle between the two, and it spread very widely.

An Xinglan wanted to see how the man in white was doing, but was so stimulated by the white light that he couldn't open his eyes.

An Xinglan wanted to break free from the black silk in his hand, he said: "Hurry up and run away, you won't be able to escape if you delay."

The masked man hurriedly said, "Follow me quickly!"

"I won't follow. I'll stay here."

Masked man: "Do you still think that someone can save you? Don't forget that you are a demon cultivator. If you make trouble again, your life will be lost here."

An Xinglan's heart skipped a beat, Moxiu, why can't Moxiu not work?This white-clothed man doesn't want to see Moxiu very much, does he?

But regardless of whether the people in white discriminate against Moxiu, they can't go with you.An Xinglan wanted to take advantage of the chaos and escape by herself.

He was protected by a bracelet and a safety pendant, and the aftermath of those fights fell on him without hindrance, so when the masked man was swept by the aftermath, he aimed to attack the masked man again.

And this time it finally worked, he finally broke free from the masked man's grasp!

Look at his luck, it was auspicious in the event of death, it was useless for senior brothers and the others to look for him, he could run away by himself, and this time his senior brothers would definitely have to talk about it a lot, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to come out later, An Xinglan thought so, Thinking of Zhu Jianshu, An Yeming and the others, it must be a lot of trouble to go back, but the corners of his mouth turned up.