Chapter 908: Sword Master's Regret

"Young man, you are very special. I am very curious about you, so I asked you to come in and have a chat."

"Oh, by the way, are you also curious about me, especially my eyebrows?"

The old man seemed to understand what Zhang Xing was thinking and said in a calm tone.

"Brother, I'm quite confused, why is your beard still alive?"

Zhang Xing knew that some warriors would lose their eyebrows and beards because of practicing certain techniques, and they would never grow back.

He felt that this should be the case for the old man.

Of course, there is also a self-mutilation technique that will turn you into a sissy, and you will have no beard on your face, but you will have eyebrows.

The old man is definitely not in this situation.

The old man was stunned, but he knew this kid very well, and he just said "old brother".

It's not artificial at all, it sounds very natural and comfortable to listen to.

But weren't you talking about eyebrows just now? Why did you pull on your beard?

Do young people’s thinking jump so fast?

"Why can't my beard still be alive?"

The old man followed Zhang Xing's words and spoke.

"Brother, are you the spiritual thought of the ancestor of the Saint of Wanren Mountain?"

Zhang Xing suddenly thought of a possibility. Some people are born without eyebrows, and they are usually very taboo about others discussing this topic.

Therefore, Zhang Xing felt that it was a bit impolite to talk about a senior's facial features in person.

So he immediately changed the subject.

He changed the topic casually, leaving the old man confused.

I'm going! This is simply impossible to communicate!

You say east in one sentence and west in the next. Who can keep up with your rhythm?

"Wait a minute, young man, listen to me first!"

The old man immediately changed the way of chatting, and he wanted to take proactive measures.

Regardless of whether Zhang Xing agreed or not, he continued.

"I was born without eyebrows, but they are not ugly."

"People in the world gave me a name, Wu Mei Sword Master."

"The disciples of the mountain sect all call me Patriarch Wu Mei."

"But this is all old news, so don't mention it."

"It's you, kid, who has aroused my interest. Tell me, why do you want to kill my disciple?"

Ancestor Wu Mei explained the issue of eyebrows and identity in two sentences, and then asked another question.

As long as Zhang Xing talks about the causes and consequences, he will know Zhang Xing's identity and some of the inside information hidden in the incident.

"Oh, it's not a big deal. It's just that your disciples organized a million people to attack our Tianlong Sect, but they were defeated miserably."

"I'm here today to restore the scene. It's a courtesy, haha!"

Zhang Xing smiled.

"Oh? Just you?"

Ancestor Wu Mei became even more curious.

He heard something from Zhang Xing's two simple sentences.

First, there is Tianlong Sect behind this young man. Although I don’t know how strong it is, but he can defeat the siege of the disciples of Wanren Mountain, he must be a rising sect.

Secondly, he did come alone, and he still looked confident.

The disciples and disciples of Shanmen seemed to be afraid of him.

After killing three elder disciples, he still chose peace talks.

There are some contradictions in this.

If you knew Tianlongmen was not easy to mess with, why did you send troops to fight?

Not only did he say that he was defeated, but he also asked him to come to settle the score, and he looked submissive.

What is the reason?

"I definitely can't do it myself, there are a few dragons to help me."

Zhang Xing didn't hide anything and said it directly.

"How many dragons?"

The more Ancestor Wu Mei listened, the more confused he became.

There are hundreds of frost dragons with ancient bloodlines in Wanren Mountain, and together with other types of dragons, the number is at least a thousand.

You alone and a few dragons can suppress a large sect that has been passed down for thousands of years?