The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

Matthew and Naluo's eyes were rounded, and they stared unblinkingly at the mysterious old man in front of them. Their gazes were like nails, with a bit of vigilance and a bit of probing, nailed to the old man's body, as if they wanted to See beneath his dry exterior the secrets he hides.

However, the old man seemed to be in another peaceful world, with an unusually calm expression. After only looking at each other for a moment, he seemed to have lost interest in them and never looked at them again.

At this moment, the old man's sight was completely attracted by the Ice Spider King and Lipo Han Yan who were fighting fiercely on the side. His deep-set eye sockets shone with an elusive light, as if he was just a bystander who was taking the lead. With a kind of detached calm, he quietly waited for the final outcome of this fierce battle, paying no attention to the existence of the two people beside him.

Just when Matthew was secretly thinking about whether to use some special means to deal with the strange situation in front of him, suddenly, Na Luo, who was lying on his shoulder, seemed to be hit by a bolt of lightning, and the hair all over his body stood up. As if he had discovered some shocking secret, he opened his throat and screamed in an almost sharp voice: "Master, this is definitely not the old master!"

This sudden scream was like a thunder exploding in the silent cave. Matthew was shocked and his body tensed up subconsciously. Almost at the same moment, he did not hesitate to summon the energy that had been stored in his body for a long time. The Heavenly Punishment Sword was ready to go. The sword appeared steadily in his hand with a slight buzzing sound. Matthew held the hilt of the sword tightly, with a hint of sharpness and determination in his eyes, as if he was ready at any time. Respond to possible dangers.

"Why are you so sure that he is not your old master?" Matthew asked it in a low voice with a solemn expression.

After all, he himself had never seen with his own eyes what Naluo's old master looked like, so whether the person in front of him was genuine or not, all judgments could only rely on Naluo's knowledge.

Naluo quickly raised a short but powerful hoof and pointed it straight at the old man's right hand. The hoof trembled slightly due to excitement. At the same time, he shouted at the top of his voice: "The old master's right hand is missing half a finger. But this man’s fingers are intact!”

Naluo's voice echoed in the cave, with a bit of anxiety and determination.

Perhaps this sentence had an effect. When Naluo said this, the old man's head slowly turned to their side again, the movement was slow but impossible to ignore.

His empty eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, looking directly at Na Luo, his lips trembling slightly, as if he was trying to formulate words.

"You... have... on your body..."

The old man must have not spoken for a long time. When he spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse and unpleasant, like an old bellows being pulled with difficulty, and he spoke only a few words intermittently, as if every word was consumed. With all his strength.

The old man didn't say it to Matthew, but stared at Naluo closely, and there seemed to be some indescribable meaning hidden in his eyes.

"What's there? Just tell me."

Naluo was looked at by the other party with a confused look on his face, and the old man stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, which made Naluo very anxious. He leaned forward, stared at the old man with his small eyes, and urged him hurriedly.

Not only Na Luo was anxious, but Matthew also wanted to know what the old man was going to say next. He frowned slightly, with a trace of doubt and expectation in his eyes, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.

But at this time, a piercing scream suddenly sounded from the side. The sound was sharp and shrill, as if it could penetrate people's eardrums and echoed in the cave for a long time.

Matthew had been paying attention to the situation over there, and with a thought, he knew that Lipo Hanyan had already dealt with the rather difficult Ice Spider King.

I saw the huge body of the Ice Spider King over there crashing down, splashing a piece of ice, while the cold flames were hovering in the air, emitting a faint blue light, as if declaring its victory to Matthew.

The old man seemed to want to continue talking, but after hearing the Ice Spider King's scream, he immediately turned his head and looked over there. An imperceptible fluctuation flashed in his eyes, and his originally slow movements changed at this moment. He had to be a little more agile, as if what happened there had a great attraction for him, causing him to temporarily put aside the communication with Na Luo, and once again fell into silent spectatorship.

Seeing this, Matthew secretly thought to himself that the old man's identity was becoming more and more confusing, and what kind of connection he had with Naluo and the various mysterious phenomena in the cave.

And what key information is hidden in his unfinished words?

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Na Luo, and then at the old man.

"Senior, what do you want to say?" Matthew took a step forward, broke the silence for a moment, and asked in a deep voice.

He stared at the old man closely, trying to find any clues from his expressionless face.

However, the old man still did not respond, as if he was deep in thought, turning a deaf ear to Matthew's question.

"Old man, stop pretending to be a ghost here. Do you really think that I am afraid of you? Look at me, Grandpa Luo, if I don't trample you to pieces today!"

Facing the old man in front of him who displayed such a arrogant attitude one after another, Naluodu could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and instantly became violent and violent.

It opened its eyes wide with anger, cursed fiercely, and then it flashed like an arrow, jumping out from Matthew's shoulder.

Na Luo drew an arc in the air, stretched out its two short but powerful forelimbs at lightning speed, and rushed straight to the direction of the old man.

It looked like it wanted to teach this ignorant old guy a lesson, so that he would know how powerful he was.

However, the scene that happened next was far beyond Matthew's expectations.

Matthew, who was standing aside and witnessing the whole process, was stunned on the spot, as if he was frozen, and was completely stunned.

It turned out that when Na Luo rushed to the old man like a gust of wind and lightning, Matthew didn't even have time to see what kind of action the mysterious old man had made.

When he finally came to his senses, he was shocked to find that the aggressive Na Luo was now tightly held in a hand that looked extremely dry, like a dead branch or leaf.

The old man's other hand moved slightly.

The next moment, a crisp "pop" sounded suddenly, and at the same time, a shrill scream was heard in his ears.

"Ah!"

The sound was sharp and piercing, making people feel creepy, as if they had suffered extremely terrible torture.

Looking at Na Luo again, there were five clear finger marks on his buttocks.