Chapter 149: Snow Mountain

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Light bulbs are ordinary light bulbs, and they can be seen everywhere on the big earth, even in the backcountry, they are basically every household.
It is not worth mentioning in any place, but it can only be described in two words, which is a miracle!
Under the light, an old man sat quietly on a recliner chair, closed his eyes and nourished himself, accompanied by the old recorder on the side, humming a little song.
But this is clearly in the Daxue Mountains, even the wires can not be erected, how does the recorder and the bulb work?
If you look closely, it turns out that the old man’s body was connected with several wires and connected to the light bulb and the recorder. With his movements, there was a faint electric spark generated, which was transmitted to two electrical appliances to maintain Its working.
Despite having seen such scenes countless times, Ren Feng couldn't help but admire every time he saw it. For the powerful saints who entered the Dao with power, if they want to transform their inner strength into electricity, as long as it takes some time, it can be done.
But being able to control the power to such an exaggerated level, being able to maintain the operation of two household appliances, but it will make the voltage too high and cause them to be scrapped, the fineness required above this is beyond human imagination!
Ren Feng looked at the old man's face without wrinkles, revealing a respectful look, admiringly said: "Master."
"Ok."
With a faint reply, the old man's movement of shaking the chair stopped, but he didn't even open his eyes, and didn't move. If it weren't for Ren Fengxiu, he could hear the other person's breathless breath, I'm afraid All thought it was a dead person.
Seeing that the old man was silent, Ren Feng's manner became more respectful. He lowered his head and said softly, "Master, Brother Huo Lan is dead."
"Ok."
The old man's expression is indifferent, and he still hasn't even opened his eyes. As a young gang guest secretary, his status is clearly higher than the gang leader by half a point. There are countless disciples. Do we mourn every death?
What's more, Huo Lan is not the most outstanding among his disciples. Not to mention others, it is Ren Feng in front of him. Although he is busy with complicated things on weekdays, his strength is much higher than that of Huo Lan.
Although the old man disregarded it, he didn't say anything to catch people, because he knew that the disciples in front of him were very decent, so he wouldn't disturb himself for this little thing.
To clean up and clean up, all you need is a quiet and inaction, away from the earth, you can feel the unity of heaven and man, and slowly improve your cultivation. Otherwise, in the status of an old man, it is not difficult to enjoy the blessing in the royal palace. Why do you have to practice in such a difficult place as Snow Mountain?
Therefore, on weekdays, as long as it is not particularly important, no one in the gang dare to disturb the old man, even the most beloved disciple, the mad wolf, has to visit the teacher every three years.
Ren Feng also knew that Master’s patience was limited, so he quickly continued: "The man who killed him is a young man in his twenties, named Ye Chen."
"Ok?"
There was a trace of surprise in the old man's voice. Although Huo Lan couldn't rank high among his disciples, he was still a master of martial arts. Even his current disciple Ren Feng could defeat him, but it was also difficult to kill him.
But the old man still didn't open his eyes, but said lightly: "A person with this kind of talent is rare, is it because he is the disciple of Xiao Yijue?"
Ren Feng hurriedly reverently replied: "No, it is said that this person's origin is very mysterious, but he does not understand the rules of the rivers and lakes, and he can be sure that it has nothing to do with any martial family."
"Oh? This is strange."
The old man opened his eyes with interest at this moment. Suddenly, there was a crackling electro-optical sound in the air, and even the light bulb above his head seemed brighter.
Seeing this situation, Ren Feng hurriedly lowered his head. This was obviously a manifestation of condensing his mental strength. Not to mention Master Wu Dao, it was Wu Sheng. If he was stared at, he would have trouble with his scalp and tremble.
Ren Feng couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Master, your cultivation is more refined. I'm afraid it's not far away from breaking through the divine realm."
The old man said with a chuckle: "It's still far away, the real gods, the wind and the rain, the clouds and the fog, in my domain, you can't help me. You can't be said to be a real fairy in this realm. Was it easily broken through?"
"If you want to set foot in the realm of the gods, it's not enough to just rely on physical refining and internal vigor, and you have to condense your spirits and refining the qi before you can get to the road. If I have already reached the realm, the moment I just opened my eyes, it doesn't appear EDM, but the real thunder."
Ren Feng bowed his head and listened carefully, hoping to find a notebook to write down all the words of the old man, but this is a pinnacle martial arts, accumulating life-long experience, casually revealing a little out, enough to make the outside warrior crazy.
Not to mention here, the old man did not continue to speak, but said lightly: "Although the young man is arrogant, but it is only a master of martial arts, should you not bother me just for such a small matter?"
Ren Feng hurriedly said: "Of course not, in fact, according to our intelligence in China, he is an uncompromising martial artist!"
"Wu Sheng?!"
This time, even an old man with a very high vision can't help but move slightly. It's difficult to enter the divine realm and it's difficult to go to the blue sky, but it is not simple to want to step into the sanctuary from ordinary warriors.
The old man himself, even though he was extremely talented, only managed to break through the sanctuary at the age of thirty-five. And Xiao Yijue, whom he regarded as a lifelong enemy, became a saint at the age of thirty.
But today, there was a martial saint in his twenties?
Although the old man was surprised, he just moved slightly and said: "If he is holy in his own way, then such talents are really awesome, but there are also several secret medicines of the practice in the world, which can be born. The promotion of ordinary warriors to the sanctuary, but this method is equivalent to exhausting the full potential, this life and this world can not enter."
"This is the reason why the disciples came to disturb you." Ren Feng hurriedly said, "Just a dozen hours ago, a domestic informant came to a secret report, saying that Ye Chen had killed Cheng in the presence of many warriors. The host Cheng Boxuan."
Seeing that the old man was going to speak, he hurriedly added: "That Cheng Boxuan had just set foot on the sanctuary, and assembled all the elders to exhibit the Beidou Tiangang evil evil array, but he was broken by the finger, and he was from start to finish. When he touched Ye Chen's finger, he was played between applause like a child."
"Slap--!"
Hearing these words, the light bulb and the recorder inside the snow cave suddenly exploded, and all around suddenly fell into death-like darkness and silence.
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