When Li Fuyao was serious, he actually didn't look like a swordsman, but more like a scholar. The old man looked at him and laughed: "The three in front of him can't see the old identity. Why do you, a little kid, see so clearly?"

In fact, Li Fuyao's previous sentence was also a tentative statement. He didn't think of any results, but the old man was extremely free and easy, and quickly said: "Yes, I am the Lord of Qingfu City."

Unexpected and reasonable.

Li Fuyao walked to the old man and sat down, looked at the green bamboo fishing rod in his hand, then threw it casually, holding the rod in one hand, and still said seriously: "In fact, there are both speculations and random talks. If you see the old senior's behavior, you will still be a little reluctant to determine who the old senior is."

The old man praised: "The little kid is a honest man, but he just practices swords. It's not good. Otherwise, just by these two sentences, I have two methods and I want to pass it on to you."

Li Fuyao said with a smile: "In this way, seniors are not a cheerful person."

The old man was stunned and then laughed, "You little kid is very much like my old man. The so-called young demonic land hens I met before are all inferior to you, compared with your little kid."

Li Fuyao laughed at the old man's praise.

It was only the first time he met the old man, but he had only had an intersection through such a thing. If that was the case, the old man would be heartbroken to him. Li Fuyao had a heartfelt admiration for the old man, the so-called Qingfu City Lord, who was actually unable to say.

Many emotions must be familiar with them before they can be born.

When the old man saw that Li Fuyao didn't say anything, he smacked his lips and asked naturally: "Do you have any wine?"

Li Fu shook his head.

The old man waved his hand, as if he was not satisfied.

After a brief silence, the old man asked in surprise: "Since I know that I am the Lord of Qingfu City, I have anything to ask? I know much more than you think."

There are always the most common people in the world, so Li Fuyao asked the question that most ordinary people want to ask.

"What exactly is the battle between Senior and Qingtianjun?"

The old man looked calm, "The genius of Qingtianjun, who killed each other by climbing the tower land, was not an opponent and was defeated. This is true, but outsiders don't know that I had the opportunity to kill him in Qingfu City, but in the end I gave up. As for what that method was, no matter how you ask, I will not tell you."

The old man sighed, "The Qingtian Lord is indeed a hero, which makes me admire him."

When talking about Qingtianjun, Li Fuyao sighed a little. He thought he would have to deal with this monster from the demon soil in the future. After all, there was a Qinghuai as a hub between them.

Li Fuyao asked the second question.

"There is a sloppy middle-aged swordsman who is still in Qingfu City?"

The old man suddenly realized, "Chen Sheng has something to do with you, is it your master?"

Li Fuyao refused to comment.

"It's not very similar, Chen Sheng doesn't have this kind of erotic thought."

The old man smiled and said, "He has left long ago. His reputation in the demon land is not very good. If he hadn't had some friendship with the precious daughter of Qingtianjun, he would have been dealt with by some demon cultivators."

"Isn't Chao Jianxian in the Demon Land?"

"You have to take care of everything in the dynasty?"

The old man smiled and said, "Chao Qingqiu is not worthy of letting him take his sword without climbing the tower. I don't know how much will happen in a day. Even Baicha dares to say something nonsense, and Chao Qingqiu may not know it."

Li Fuyao shut up and said nothing.

The old man looked a little stiff, "Why don't you ask Lao I'm asking Lao I'm asking Lao Is Name, why did Lao I want to build Qingfu City, or why did Lao I want to talk to you."

Li Fuyao was silent for a while, then said, "Because you are not you."

This is a somewhat complicated sentence.

The old man was a little surprised, "How did you see it?"

Li Fuyao pointed to the stream, "It flowed backward."

People go to high places, and water flows to low places.

Many people know this sentence, but few people carefully observe the direction of the water flow. Moreover, this stream does not show any obvious heights and lows. Li Fuyao can see it, which seems very difficult, but this shows how serious Li Fuyao observed it.

"In fact, the most important point is not that the water flows backward, but that the senior's level is too low, so low that I have the urge to stab a sword."

The old man had no expression on his face, "You can give it a try."

Li Fuyao responded seriously, "Okay."

The words fell.

Li Fuyao picked up the green bamboo fishing rod in his hand and stabbed the old man with a sword.

Using a fishing rod as a sword, the sword energy is still rolling.

With a sword, the old man did not dodge or dodge, and let Li Fuyao stab his chest with a sword.

There is no blood, and the old man has no painful expression.

Because they were all fake.

Li Fuyao closed his eyes and opened them again.

The stream is still this stream, the stone is still the same, but the old man has turned into a mermaid with a human body and a fish tail.

He was covered in white hair and looked at Li Fuyao by the stream.

Li Fuyao also looked at him.

Then the black hair is unsheathed.

This is the real sword drawing.

The sword energy spread out, not as majestic, but the sharp sword intent drowns the place.

The mermaid smiled strangely, jumped into the water, and disappeared.

Li Fuyao stood with his sword and looked at the city gate not far away. The demon cultivator who was not chasing him was still necessary to be careful outside this strange Qingfu City.

When did he start to doubt this old man? Naturally, when the old man said that he was the Lord of Qingfu City, there were many cultivators in the world, but not many cultivators in the Tower Realm. This Lord of Qingfu City was originally the lord of a city, so how could he say he could see it as soon as he saw it?

Besides, the old man has a very good temper.

Luck won't be that good.

Although Li Fuyao has always had good luck.

Dispelling the distracting thoughts in his mind, Li Fuyao took his sword and walked towards the city gate. His eyes gradually passed through the fog and saw the three words Qingfucheng on the city gate.

After walking two steps forward, two strong men stood at the city gate, naked, looking very strong.

Before Li Fuyao could speak, the two strong men actually knelt down slowly towards Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao was stunned and then heard footsteps.

He turned to look at the sound, and at some point a tall old man appeared behind him.

The old man was wearing a blue Taoist robe and a tall Taoist crown, which looked really fairy-like.

It's just a long hair, mixed with black and white.

The old man glanced at Li Fuyao, then said calmly: "If you are destined to come here, you can enter the city with me. There is something wrong in the city today. After I suppress it, you have to spread it for me."

Compared to the old man before, Li Fuyao prefers that this old man is the famous Qingfu City Lord.
Chapter completed!