"How could it be the first time? The old man has been traveling around for almost decades." The old peddler smiled silly, as if he couldn't hear the thorn in Su Tang's words at all.

"It can be seen that you have encountered a very difficult enemy, and there should be traitors within you." Su Tang smiled, then drank the wine in the wine bag and threw the empty wine bag into the grass.

The old peddler's face changed a little. Su Tang's words hit him directly, and he could no longer continue to pretend to be confused: "Why did the young master say that? Has anyone ever said anything to the young master?"

"You told me." Su Tang said.

"Me?" the old peddler was stunned.

"For a few days, you have been alone and have no support, because there must be traitors inside, and no one can trust anyone. If you want to go back to Guhong Mountain, you should go northwest, right? But you keep your head shut and go southwest... Because you will encounter enemies you can't afford to mess with, you can only give in." Su Tang said: "Who is it? The Tenth Ancestors' Association?"

The old peddler sighed softly, and then he realized that it was all guessed by the other party, but this result made his heart fall into an ice cave. If he could choose, he would rather someone leak the news.

He has seen many people, experienced many things, and was so meticulous that he could see through the truth by relying on some clues. He must be an amazing character. In the face of such a person, he will most likely lose a lot of miserable loss, but he cannot retreat, and the things in his burden are much more precious than his life.

The old peddler slowly stroked the shoulder pole with his thick fingers, and his breath became very light and slow.

Su Tang left the hammock, brushed away the ashes on his body, scanned the surrounding woods, and whispered: "You shouldn't rest here."

The old peddler smiled, flicked his fingers lightly, and the shoulder pole cracked in the middle, and there was a war gun full of red inside: "Where is resting... it doesn't matter?"

Su Tang's eyes fell on the gun: "You don't understand yet, but... you will understand soon.

The old peddler slowly stood up. In fact, he was not very good-looking, with thin and short eyebrows and small eyes. He used the "rat eyes" to describe it as just right, but the momentum emitted by a practitioner from his bones can greatly change his appearance.

The moment the old peddler stood up, a strong murderous intent spread out in the forest. His body was straight, his eyes became extremely spiritual. The gun was shaking rapidly and trembled sharply, making a sharp cry.

Su Tang's expression was still faint, his eyes drooped slightly, and he looked at the grass beside his feet.

Since the ancient tree of destiny awakened, he has made a clear judgment that he must always restrain the murderous intent in his heart. If the magic equipment is just his weapon, it cannot be done, then sooner or later, the magic equipment will erode his soul and become his master.

The spiritual power fluctuations emitted by the old peddler were much stronger than the masters he encountered in Bailongdu. When the enemy was facing him, he not only did not condense his spiritual power, but instead released his spirit and felt the breath of life around him.

"I'm Su Zhen in Guhongshan." The old peddler said loudly. He paused, and saw that Su Tang did not answer, and sneered: "Can the young master's life experience not be able to see the light?"

"It's better not to say it, I'm afraid you will have random thoughts." Su Tang said with a smile.

The old peddler's figure rushed up like a cheetah, and the gun in his hand turned into a faint red shadow, stabbing Su Tang's heart.

Su Tang's wrist shook, and the sword light of the Dazheng Sword lit up in his hand, sealing the battle gun. The old peddler shook his wrist and stabbed another shot, stabbing Su Tang's heart again.

clang clang clang... The old peddler's offensive was like a storm. Although Su Tang could block all attacks, every time he blocked a shot, his body couldn't help but retreat a little, blocked another shot, and then retreated.

In just a few breaths, the old peddler had stabbed more than a hundred guns. Su Tang retreated step by step and retreated deep into the woods.

The old peddler suddenly stopped attacking, pointed the tip of the gun at Su Tang, looking solemn, and didn't know he was thinking.

In fact, both of them regarded each other as their lifelong enemies. Although the battle just now seemed very fierce, they both reserved room for room, especially Su Tang, who had almost never launched a counterattack.

If used in military terms, the old peddler is seeking tactical breakthroughs, while Su Tang is completing his strategic layout.

"Your spiritual skills are very strange." Su Tang said slowly.

His experience is also very rich. In a short battle, he has grasped the characteristics of the opponent's spiritual skills. Every time the old peddler's spiritual power is activated, it will turn into a machine and keep stabbing out the battle gun. It will be more fierce than the next shot, and faster than the last few shots, especially the last shots, which makes him feel breathless. Then, the old peddler's offensive will pause for a moment, as if he is re-operating his spiritual power, and then the next wave of attacks will begin to explode.

If he blocks with all his strength, the number of shots of the old peddler will be reduced to seven or eight, because the fierce collision will cause the spiritual veins of both sides to be shaken; if he dodges, the momentum of the old peddler will become more high-spirited, and the number of shots of the old peddler will be increased to ten or eleven.

This kind of spiritual technique is very unique. It can be released to the extreme of combat power, but it also has obvious disadvantages. It is the moment when the old peddler completes his attack and re-activates his spiritual power.

But it is easier said than done. He would always retreat by blocking the last few thunderous gun moves that were swift and thunderous. When he calmed down his somewhat disordered spiritual power and wanted to launch a counterattack, the old peddler's next attack was ready.

"I practiced the storm of the Iron Curtain Su family." The old peddler said slowly: "Young Master, you still have time to leave now, so I just pretend that you have never seen you."

"Let's go? Now?" Su Tang sighed: "It's too late..."

It's too late... it's too late... Su Tang's voice fluctuated in the forest. Countless branches, leaves, shrubs, and grass seemed to wake up from their sleep, shaking rustling, and the fluctuations of spiritual power emitted by Su Tang began to rise continuously, without stopping.

A trace of fear flashed through the old peddler's eyes. At this moment, Su Tang seemed to be integrated with this world, and actually condensed into a sense of pressure.

"Kill" the old peddler shouted loudly. He knew that he could not wait any longer, at least he could not let the other party raise his momentum to the peak.

The gun shadow flashed and had already stabbed Su Tang. Su Tang waved the sword of Taisho, held the battle spear, and retreated at the same time. The old peddler roared and kept stabbing, one shot after another. His aura was extremely fierce, but his heart was constantly sinking.

The grass shattered by the gun force, the breeze flying, the broken branches and leaves, the soil under his feet and the sky above his head, everything was exuding an inexplicable hostility towards him. At this moment, he felt like he was an enemy of the whole world.
Chapter completed!