Chapter 19:

The dwarfed pocks of the stunned head stood up and stood up. He pulled out the sword and pointed at Han Changsheng’s anger: "You are looking for death!" Since he came out of the mountain, he has never eaten such a big loss, Yuehua This squeaky stinky boy dared to attack him, he will definitely let them pay ten times the price!
Han Changsheng sneered. Just his feet are still itching, come one, break one; come a pair, fold a pair!
When Anyuan saw the situation, he couldn’t help but frown. He said,
Wait, don’t do it!
Although the two disciples’ disciples are too much, but in any case, everyone is martial arts, and what can be solved with The best thing is to make the situation too ugly. The real sword is really fought. If it is out of life, it will be difficult to end, and it is very likely that it will eventually become a grievance between the two sects.
"Oh..." At this time, the old man who had been sitting at the entrance of the gazebo suddenly moved, stretched a comfortable waist, and then opened his eyes: "What, noisy, disturbing the old man's nap?"
Han Changsheng was shocked by the old man who suddenly made a sound, and looked at the old guy up and down in amazement. The old man’s voice is like Hong Zhong. He only hears the voice of his voice, and he can find that his internal strength is very rich.
"Ah!" the little disciple of Yuehua sent him up. "You, you are not dead!"
Anyuan turned back and frowned and glanced at the disciple: "Unbelievable!"
The disciple shyly bowed his head: "I am sorry... I didn't mean to offend, I was just scared."
Dwarf pocks are not well practiced, and the world is not wide enough. Coupled with his rushing fire, he did not realize the difference between the old tramp and the sorrowful swearing: "Smelly old man, don't want to die, go away, otherwise I will even You are awkward!"
The old man stood up unhurriedly, and when he was half-lifted, he licked his waist: "Hey, old, not good, I don’t feel enough when I sleep enough. I am old."
The short pockmarks saw the old man not in a hurry, and he did not fear his meaning. He couldn’t help but get angry with his head. He directly stabbed Han Changsheng. As for whether he hurts the old man, he doesn't care anymore. Who told the old man that he didn't know how to lift it!
Han Changsheng looked at the tip of the sword that he had handed in toward himself. He wanted to avoid it sideways. He suddenly saw the old man’s arm like a casual look, and his finger bounced on the sword.
boom!
Han Changsheng did not move, the sword in the hands of the dwarf pocks continued to move forward, but did not hurt him. The blade of the sword was broken, flew out and nailed into the stone pillar of the pavilion!
Dwarf pocking stared at the sword in his hand incredulously, his eyes almost detached.
All around it was the sound of cold air, and even the thin and tall ones rolling on the ground were temporarily stopped. No one had thought that this old man who looked like a cockroach would be so hidden!
Han Changsheng is the closest, and he is the clearest. The old man shot extremely soft and completely interrupted the sword by internal force. His internal strength is very deep, and he is afraid that he is still on top of Lu Baiyu. As for how powerful he is, he has not made any effort and cannot understand it.
Dwarf pocks scared the sword in his hand: "You, you, who are you!"
The old man smiled slightly: "There is no matter who is famous. What is important is that the old man is old. There are not many days to be better. The reputation is also something outside the body, but I don't know if anything remains in this world for future generations."
He could understand what he was talking about, but he was already very clear about the hand. He could not be the opponent of the old man. He squinted slowly along the edge of the gazebo, staring at Han Changsheng and the old man with vigilance, for fear that they would start again. However, the old man did not take the initiative to attack, Han Changsheng was anxious to look at the old man, but also lost interest in dwarf.
Dwarf pocks raised the thin and tall on the ground and ran to the pavilion. The disciples of the Yuehua School have already raised their eyebrows, and there is no plan to pursue the pursuit.
Dwarf pock runs out of the road and yells at them back to them: "Let's walk! I will report it today!"
The old man's body moved, and the short pocks were so scared that they picked up the thin and tall and fled to the distance to escape.
The old man sat down again in the original position, his eyes closed, and he entered the state of being in the set.
Han Changsheng frowned and circled him around him: "Who are you?" With this old man, he is also a famous person on the rivers and lakes. However, the famous old guys are really quite a lot, because the right way is the seniority of the seniority. When a certain age is mixed with a head elder, no matter whether there is real effort, you can mix out the fame. If he can make a point, Han Changsheng can roughly guess his identity according to the number of martial arts roads he uses. Unfortunately, the short pockmark was too weak, and the old man solved him with a single finger. nothing.
The old man does not move and does not answer.
auzw.com Han Changsheng turned his attention to Anyuan, hoping that he could give an answer, but Anyuan’s face was the same. This old man has never seen him before, and he can't find his martial identity.
Han Changsheng turned around the old man for two more times, and the old man became a living fossil, even the ups and downs of breathing were gone. Han Changsheng put his fingers under the old man's nose and wondered: "Are you practicing turtles?"
Anyuan was busy pulling forward Han Changsheng: "Master, don't be rude."
Han Changsheng pouted, but on the surface he pretended to be a careful teacher: "Yes, yes, the teacher said it is extremely."
An Yuan silently observed the old man for a while and saw that he did not seem to be disturbed. He said: "The younger generation is the second disciple of Yuehua, who is the emperor, Feng Xuan Xi Chen, this is my master Li Jiulong, and those of us are our younger brother Jin. Chen, Wan Yi and Lu Ren. Only when we were so upset and disturbed the rest of the seniors, I really couldn’t help it, and I thanked my predecessors for helping me."
Han Changsheng hid behind Anyuan and made a face. Who wants this old man to help, if the old man does not help, today is the day when the two disciples’ disciples broke off their grandchildren.
When Anyuan turned back, Han Changsheng immediately put on a gentlemanly look, and he clasped his fists with a model: "Thank you for the elderly."
Anyuan said: "Do not disturb the rest of the seniors, the younger generation will leave."
Han Changsheng was very curious about the old man. He said that Anyuan had said so, and he had to go out.
A few people walked out a few steps, and suddenly heard the old man behind him: "Little guy, thank you for your kindness today. We will have a period!"
Han Changsheng turned back in surprise, but saw that the old man had disappeared. The sound is still there, the person has already left, and the old man is talking with the internal power transmission, which proves that his internal strength is good. It is only Luo Xin who will use this trick in Tianning.
"The old man is really amazing!" said Yan Yan, a disciple named Lu Ren. "If I can be as good as him."
"Yes, yeah!" Jin Chen learned to look at the old sword and cut the sword. "Can I practice this kind of realm in my lifetime?"
Wan Yi whispered: "I think he should be better than the head and several elders. I don't know how it compares with the elder Lan Fang?"
Anyuan looked at them.
The three disciples immediately snorted and vomited and spit out their tongues. They dared not talk again. Since the old man could use the internal sound to convey his voice, he said that his internal strength is very deep. He may have a very good hearing. He doesn't know how far he is going out. Let him hear a few of his later generations and talk about him. It is really disrespectful. Moreover, Elder Lan Fang is a ancestor of Yuehua School. It is not a good thing for disciples to take the elders and outsiders of their own sects.
Han Changsheng frowned. Before he met the dog fairy, he didn't know much about the Yuehua faction. There were so many sects on the rivers and lakes. There are not many sects worthy of Han Changsheng. What are the characters in Yuehua's party? He even listened to the introduction of black and white impermanence. This elder Lan Fang, he has never seen it in Yuehua for half a month, but he often hears from other people's mouths that he seems to be a superhuman guy.
"Huangfu teacher." Han Changsheng said, "Elder Lan Fang is better than the old man...the old man, who is more powerful?"
An Yuan looked helplessly at Han Changsheng: "Master, how are you..." I paused and shook my head. "I don't know. Lan Fang has been retiring for ten years. I have never seen him out." After I heard it, I only heard that he had surrendered to the Eight Eccentrics in the past five years. How much he is, I don’t know."
Han Changsheng will be suspicious. Yuehua sent this ghost place, actually still hiding a world high? Isn't that blowing? When the black and white impermanence did not mention the elders of Lan Fang with him, it was a chance that Han Changsheng would not have contact with Elder Lan Fang. Han Changsheng didn't dare to ask too much. He was afraid that he would ask more and show his feet, so he had to press and ask.
Not a moment, a few disciples went up the mountain, and the head of the Yuepeng was practicing, they did not dare to disturb. These days, the demons were tired, and everyone went back to the room to rest.
Han Changsheng returned to the room, although he had no sleep all night last night, but he didn't sleep at the moment.掐掐 算 算 算 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Will pass on all his skills to him. However, where is this mysterious old man now, it takes a few days for Anyuan to find a mysterious old man from Yuehuashan. These things are not known to Han Changsheng. He does not know how long it will take him to complete the task in a few days.
"Smelly fairy? Impermanence?" Han Changsheng tempted two calls. Nothing happens.
Black and white impermanence has not appeared in a few days, Han Changsheng is now confused, do not know what to do.
"Mom got a bazi!" Han Changsheng said, "There is no one in the gods! Finally, I still have to rely on myself!"
How to rely on? Or first find a way to defraud Anyuan's trust, and then trick him into doing things that violate the rules.
Han Changsheng sighed and took out a small mirror to make up the makeup. He sprayed some special body lotions of Du Yuefei on his body, and went out to find Anyuan.