The old man calmed down and asked with a smile, "I wonder where my teacher is from? Where is your hometown?"

"Don't just talk nonsense." Su Tang said: "You don't know if you say it."

"My friend entered the Peach Blossom Land... I'm afraid it was also for Lei Yinjue?" The old man's words suddenly changed.

"Lei Yinjue?" Su Tang was stunned.

"Don't you know?" The old man frowned and then showed regret, as if he was blaming himself for talking too much.

"I just turned around casually." Su Tang smiled. He could see that the old man was waiting for something. His expression of annoyance was obviously pretending. Su Tang had a sense of game, but he just didn't ask, and he saw how the other party would go on.

The atmosphere was a little cold. Su Tang Shishiran sat there with a plain expression. The old man kept stroking his beard. It was nothing, and he kept stroking it up and down. This was a bit strange.

"Well... don't hide it from me." The old man smiled, and then hurriedly continued without waiting for Su Tang to ask, "Young friend must have heard of the once glorious Temple of the God of Slaying?"

"Shengshu Temple?" Su Tang raised his eyebrows.

"That's right." The old man said: "The Temple of the God of Sect did have several powerful people who were not born in the world. They were considered amazing and brilliant. They also realized many wonderful spiritual techniques. For example, the great master Wen Tianshi's life and death judgment was listed as one of the five great magic techniques in the world, including Zong Baishu's Lei Yin Sect, Xie Hentian's Heaven-Breaking Art, Quan Tai's Sunset Art, etc. Alas if they slowly came to see it, the future would be limitless. Unfortunately, they were too arrogant, and they led to the three Heavenly Gate joining forces to give the Temple of Sect a devastating attack."

This time, Su Tang's face became solemn and he listened very seriously, because this was related to the smell of fragrance.

"However, the strong men of the Temple of Zhu Shen are not fools. They had already sensed some signs half a year ago when the Battle of Moyun Ridge broke out, and secretly sent their descendants out of the Temple of Zhu Shen Shen and eliminated all traces." The old man said.

"Since the signs have been discovered, why don't they escape by themselves?" Su Tang asked.

"Why don't you run away..." The old man's expression became a little dazed, as if he was feeling something. Moreover, his expression changed very vividly this time, not a bit artificial like before: "I don't know. When I was a child, I asked the Great Ancestor, and the Great Ancestor said that if one day I could reach the same height, I would naturally understand why they didn't run away."

"What's going on with the Lei Yinjue you always talk about?"

"Is Lei Yin Jue..." The old man came back to his senses and looked at Su Tang. There was a faint ray of color in his eyes, as if he was saying, "How about it? Finally, I couldn't help asking?" Then, the old man whispered: "A few days ago, several disciples from the Demon God Altar met a man named Zong Yiye, and a conflict broke out. Although Zong Yiye was only twenty-five or six years old, he was already a master. He was very strong and injured all the disciples from the Demon God Altar. It was just a coincidence that the disciples of the Demon God Altar were running away and happened to meet the commander of the same sect while they were running back. The three masters joined forces to siege the Zong Yiye. Zong Yiye was outnumbered and suffered repeated injuries. Finally, they were forced to use Lei Yin Jue, severely injured the three masters, escaped from the battle group, and rushed into the eighteen corners."

"Eighteen turns?"

"Zeba Wan is in the southwest of Peach Blossom Land, with more than a hundred miles. The terrain is very complex and there is a miasma all year round. Ordinary practitioners dare not enter easily." The old man said: "Now the news has spread. Not only are the 18 Wan bends surrounded by water, but there are also a large number of practitioners rushing over. In the past few days, my friend has not noticed that there are more and more people he has met? If my friend is also interested in Lei Yinjue, hehe, it is best to be as soon as possible."

"How do you always know so clearly?"

"Because I came from the Eighteen Bends." The old man said

Su Tang pondered, the old man smiled, and his eyes swept over the ghost mastiff: "There is no mark, it's not the beast from my cousin's house. Oh... it's a pity." After that, he stepped towards the forest.

When the old man was about to leave, the followers looked a little surprised, but they didn't say anything, and just followed silently.

"You old surname?" Su Tang said loudly.

The old man paused, and then said, "My husband's surname is Gu, my friend, I will see you again if you are destined to be together in the future."

"Haha" Su Tang smiled. The old man was a little interesting. For the sake of face, he had to say that his surname was Wang, and he actually confessed his identity.

"Haha..." The old man was also laughing. After walking into the forest quickly, his smile disappeared again, his face turned a little blue, and his eyes kept looking around, sometimes judging upwards, making him feel a little more vulgar.

After walking for a few thousand meters in one breath, the eagle above was gone. The old man breathed a sigh of relief. A follower couldn't help it and shouted, "Master, are we leaving like this?"

"You know what's the matter," the old man shouted: "That boy is definitely not simple."

"Master, you are not even afraid of ghost mastiffs, are you still afraid of them?" said the follower.

The old man immediately ran away, raised his hand and kept hitting the follower in the head. Every time he hit, he scolded: "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, of course I'm not afraid... But are they afraid? Didn't they see the ghost mastiff as obedient as a puppy?"

"Master, Master, please calm down." Another follower hurriedly smiled and said, "My brother has always been stupid. Don't be as good as him..."

The old man had already stopped, and when he heard the word "stupid," he immediately jumped three feet high and raised his hand again: "It's not just stupid? It's just an idiot. I just think it's the Creation Pill. You have to say it's the bone elixir, the bone elixir, the bone elixir. I asked you to make bone elixir. If I didn't react smartly, I would definitely make a fool of myself on the spot.

The follower was beaten to squat on the ground, holding his head and crying pain, and the old man stopped resentfully. His anger was completely understandable. The thing he remembered was correct, but because he was not very confident, he was abducted on a detour, which naturally added fuel to the fire.

After a long time, seeing the old man's expression gradually calmed down, another follower plucked up his courage and said, "Master, are we too careful? It doesn't seem that boy is so powerful..."

"Be careful, you can sail the ten thousand-year-old ship." The old man shouted in a tone of regret: "You... have been in the view of Senior Sikong Hoshino for more than ten years. Do you eat shit every day? Is this a matter of no understanding? Even the name of the elixir refined by your master? You can remember the name of the pills you made by mistake..." Before he finished speaking, the old man jumped up again.

The entourage who had been beating just now was frightened and sat on the ground, whining: "Master, please spare me..."

"Master, please calm down your anger..." several other followers shouted hurriedly.

"Oh..." The old man sighed, sat down, and then said, "You said that boy is not powerful? OK, I ask you, with those other young people, is it possible to catch the ghost mastiff?"

Several followers looked at each other without making any sound.

"Is it...you..." The old man seemed a little desperate in his eyes and shouted: "Without me, you just want to catch the ghost mastiff? Can you? Can you????"

Now, several followers understood and immediately shook their heads.

"Either they can." The old man said, "They may have injured the ghost mastiff, or beat the ghost mastiff away. It is absolutely impossible to catch the ghost mastiff. I guess... but there are two types. One is that the boy took action and subdued the ghost mastiff, and the other is... They have another person who hides in the dark, no matter which one, we don't have much chance of winning. Do you understand now?"

"There is another person? Didn't you see it?" the beheaded follower asked blankly.

The old man paused, then shot out like lightning, leaving the other entourage no chance to stop him. This time he used his hands to shoot left and right, and let out a nearly hoarse roar from his mouth: "In the dark, I said in the dark..."

The entourage fell softly to the ground, his eyes rolled up and foamed at the mouth, as if he couldn't do it anymore. The old man still didn't give up. He raised his foot and stepped on it. One of the entourage was stepping into the crotch of the entourage. The entourage suddenly stood up, his mouth wide open, but he couldn't make a sound. Obviously, he was pretending to be dizzy just now.

Several other followers rushed over, begging and dragging, and finally pulled the old man aside. Then, the old man suddenly vibrated his arms, threw them all away, and raised his hand to look into the sky.

A follower whispered to scold the beaten person: "If you can't speak, you can't say a few less words? It's like the master is so angry..."

Is this a question of whether you can speak? The old man's eyes gradually became wet, and his eyes were thrown into the depths of the sky, unable to extricate himself for a long time.

After a long time, the old man slowly turned around and pointed one by one with his fingertips: "If it weren't for the senior who had entrusted you to me before he passed away, I... I... I..." The old man wanted to speak, but his expression was sad and helpless.

"Master, we are all orphans. We grew up in the temple since we were young. We have never been outside and do not understand the worldly ways. You should take care of us more." A follower said with a smile.

"Forget it..." the old man sighed repeatedly.

"Master, since that kid is very powerful, we will be done after we leave. Why should we tell him about Lei Yinjue?" asked another follower. Because they rarely come into contact with human affairs, they all seemed very stupid, but they also had bright spots, such as this tireless spirit of seeking knowledge.

"It's a mule or a horse, so you should pull it out and take a walk." The old man said slowly: "When we left Shibawan, there were already five or six masters there, and there were hundreds of disciples from various sects. Now, there will definitely be more, hehe... I see what means that kid can use to grab Lei Yinjue. Let's go to Shibawan."

"Master, haven't you said that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, so he took us out of the eighteen corners?"
Chapter completed!