Chapter 194: An Old Man and a Young Man

"What do you mean?" Li Hanxue stared at the black-robed man, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

The black-robed man quickly let go of the hand on Li Hanxue's shoulder and smiled: "I don't mean anything else. I just admire my brother's extraordinary skills. I wonder what your name is?"

"Li Eighteen." Li Hanxue made up a name to deal with the black-robed man.

"This name is really interesting." The black-robed man smiled.

"There are eighteen brothers in my family, and I am the last, so I am called Li Eighteen."

"So that's it." The black-robed man believed it in his heart.

Su Xiaoya, who was standing aside, laughed in her heart: "Brother Hanxue's deception skills are getting better and better."

"What's your name?" Li Hanxue said.

"Xiang Ping." The black-robed man said, "I wonder what Brother Li is doing in this Sanggu City?"

"Looking for the ghost-faced old man." Li Hanxue was not afraid of being exposed. Anyway, no one could recognize him now, so he could use this fake identity to ask for information about the ghost-faced old man.

The black-robed man smiled and said, "So Brother Li is here to find the Ghost-faced Old Man. What a coincidence. I am here to find the Ghost-faced Old Man, too."

"Do you know where the Ghost-faced Old Man lives?" Li Hanxue asked.

"I only know a little about this. Three years ago, I heard that the Ghost-faced Old Man lived in an old house in the east of the city. I don't know if he is still there now."

"The Ghost-faced Old Man is very famous in our Sanggu City. If you want to find him, you must..." Because of Li Hanxue's amazing performance just now, many warriors gathered around Li Hanxue and participated in the discussion about the Ghost-faced Old Man.

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At this time, in a dilapidated small temple in the northern suburbs of Sanggu City.

The walls of the small temple have turned from white to scarlet, and the strong smell of blood permeates the entire small temple. The fierce battle has lasted for dozens of hours. The walls of the small temple have been punched through several holes. Suddenly, with a bang, the small temple collapsed directly, and all the warriors were exposed to the heavy rain.

Their true energy formed a circular protective shield, and the heavy rain hit it, and it all became a rain curtain. These people were divided into two camps. One of the camps had more than sixty people, all dressed in black, with fierce and murderous looks. A man with a stern look stood in the center, obviously leading him.

The other camp had only a dozen people, dressed in different clothes, surrounded by more than sixty people in the center, with miserable looks. They were at the end of their rope and fighting desperately.

There were more than a dozen people lying on the ground, their bodies were affected by the Qigong of the Xuanbing magic weapon, and their deaths were tragic and unrecognizable.

"The night is long and dreams are many, so we must fight quickly and kill!" The stern man shouted angrily, and most of the camps immediately attacked with Xuanbing, rushing to kill the dozen people.

The dozen people immediately looked miserable, and had no choice but to raise their weapons and fight to the death.

After half an hour, more than twenty more bodies were added to the ground.

Among the remaining group of people, a man with a stern look stared at the corpse on the ground and laughed: "What a sixth-grade sect, the disciples they taught are still a bunch of idiots, and we killed them all the same."

"Brother is mighty!"

"Brother is mighty!" The subordinates in black all shouted loudly.

The man showed a hint of pride and waved his hand and said: "Collect the team! Return to the sect to receive the reward."

As soon as the man turned around, his steps suddenly froze. He saw two people coming from the distance of the ruins of the small temple. The two people were old and young. The old one was outstanding, wearing a gray robe, spotless, and his gray hair was combed very beautifully. When he was young, he must have been an elegant and extraordinary young man.

The young man was slender and well-proportioned, with a handsome face. He was wearing white clothes and white shoes. His long black hair was also neatly combed and draped behind his back, making him look like a noble young man.

An old man and a young man slowly approached the man. The young man was always half a step ahead of the old man, and the old man had no objection to this, as if they were a master and a servant. The heavy rain washed over them and fell on them, as if their clothes had been wet.

However, the sharp-eyed man had already discovered that the moment the raindrops fell on them, they were twisted by a magical force and disappeared out of thin air. This method was many times more clever than using the Qi shield to avoid the rain.

Before the man had time to think about it, the old man and the young man had already walked in front of him.

"Who are you? Tell me your name!" The man smelled the smell of danger and his face became solemn.

The young man glanced at the man, but ignored him at all, just treating him as air. He glanced at the group of black-clothed people behind the man and said expressionlessly: "Uncle Xu, kill all these evil obstacles from the demon sect."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled slightly: "As the Holy Son said."

"Who are you? I'm asking you questions, are you deaf?" The man was ignored and immediately became furious.

The old man shook his head and smiled: "You are not worthy of knowing our identities. You just need to die obediently."

"The old man is talking nonsense! Brothers, kill this old man, capture this little one and torture him! Kill!"

The man gave an order, and the crowd suddenly surged and surrounded the old man aggressively.

"You are fearless and admirable!"

The old man laughed and his right hand, as smooth as jade, swiped in the air. In the air, the trajectory of all the raindrops falling was distorted, and a black space suddenly appeared. The moment the black space appeared, waves of mysterious and terrifying power overflowed from it, emitting a terrible attraction. The bodies of all the men in black floated up involuntarily. The men in black were all shocked. They fought back desperately but to no avail. Their bodies still flew uncontrollably towards the black space.

When the man saw this black space, his face turned pale and his voice trembled: "Ming...Ming warrior."

The old man smiled and said, "So you have some knowledge."

After all, the man was a character who could do anything with swords and knives. After quickly calming down, he thought to himself: "Damn it, I actually ran into a Ming warrior! I can't resist it. I can only run away!"

He was just a Xuanwu warrior. He would not have any chance against a Ming warrior. Running away was the only choice.

The man gritted his teeth and took out a jade talisman from his storage bag. The jade talisman was engraved with a teleportation array pattern. It was the teleportation talisman.

Without saying anything, the man injected his true energy into the jade talisman, stimulating the power of the jade talisman, and a burst of starlight suddenly filled his body.

"We must go back and report to the sect master! A master of the Nether Martial Realm has appeared here!"

When the man's body was about to disappear, he was shocked to find that the gray-haired old man's hand had already reached out to him.

"No!"

The man roared in despair, and he was pulled back by the old man in an instant, and the teleportation failed! You know, when using the teleportation talisman, it sounds long, but in fact the time is very short, just a moment, but the old man seized the fatal moment and caught the man back alive. This terrifying strength made the man completely desperate.

"Who are you?" The man stared at the old man's face, horrified.

"Uncle Xu, don't talk nonsense with him, kill him!" The young man said again.

The old man nodded and slapped the man's head with a palm. The man was immediately like a thunderbolt, his eyes were straight, and he died instantly.

Dozens of his brothers were also turned into ashes by the old man's palm, and fell into the mud, never to be revived.

For a while, corpses were everywhere around the small temple, and nearly a hundred people died.

"Uncle Xu, let's go."

"Yes, Holy Son."

The old man and the young man took another step and slowly headed towards the direction of Sanggu City.

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