Martial God Sovereign

Chapter 1321

The little old man glanced at the girl, and a flash of horror flashed deep in his eyes, too vague, Han Yu didn't even notice.

After taking a glance, he looked back, took off his apron, walked to the side seat, picked up the water glass, and poured tea for Han Yu.

Han Yu walked over, the power of the soul locked the little old man.

A person who strikes Daoyun with iron, Han Yu doesn't believe that he is just a cultivator of Diwu Sanzhong, but no matter how Han Yu probes, he gets the same answer.

Moreover, his breath is weaker than before, and the energy in his body is not small for him, and it is eroding his cultivation level at all times.

Han Yu took the tea cup handed by the little old man, took a sip, and asked, "Senior, how long have you been here?"

The little old man smiled and said, "It's been a long time, and I don't remember it clearly."

His smile is very simple, just like a very ordinary and kind elder.

Han Yu asked: "Senior has always made a living by hitting iron?"

The little old man nodded, took a sip of tea, and said nothing.

Han Yu thought for a while and said, "Senior, I think you have two breaths, one strong and the other weak. The strong is suppressing the weak. Have you ever been injured before?"

The little old man sighed faintly, and said, "That was already many years ago."

Han Yu said: "Senior didn't find a cure?"

The little old man smiled bitterly: "My injury is very serious and it is difficult to treat!"

It can be seen that the little old man still cares about his injury, but after a long time, he has become accustomed to it.

Han Yu said, "Senior, let the younger one take a look for you?"

The little old man looked at Han Yu for a moment, shook his head, and said, "You can't help me."

Although the energy in the little old man's body was stronger than his cultivation base, it was nothing to Han Yu. Han Yu said: "Let juniors try it!"

The little old man thought for a while and nodded.

Han Yu said, "Senior, give me your hand."

The little old man stretched out his left hand, Han Yu grabbed the little old man's wrist, and the Dragon Tyrant Bible quietly circulated, suddenly bursting with horrible devouring power.

"boom!"

There was an explosion in the little old man's body, the energy that had been relatively calm, instantly as if a huge boulder was thrown on the calm lake, the waves were turbulent.

That energy turned into a flood, pulsed out of the little old man's hands.

"Boom!"

Han Yu's hand was severely knocked away, and his palm was numb.

"This?" Han Yu was shocked.

The energy in the little old man's body is so powerful that it has never been seen before. When he was calm, he was able to escape the detection of Han Yu's soul power, and once it broke out, it was extremely terrifying.

The little old man's body trembled, his face instantly flushed.

The girl and the little horn who were playing on the side were all taken aback.

"senior!"

Han Yu hurriedly grabbed the little old man's hand and ran the Longba Bible again.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, an incomparably powerful energy poured into Han Yu's body, like a wild horse running out of the rest, ramming in Han Yu's meridians. Stronger than Han Yu, there was a feeling that the meridians were about to be bombed.

"Humph!"

Han Yu snorted and bounced his hand away again. At this time, the black hole exploded with terrifying devouring power, swallowing all that energy, to avoid Han Yu's body being bombed.

The little old man stopped Han Yu, and didn't see how hard he was, the burst of energy actually calmed down slowly.

Han Yu's complexion became extremely wonderful, and now he is finally sure that the little old man has not only Wu Sanzhong's cultivation base, he is very powerful, but the energy that suppresses him is stronger, so that his cultivation base is gradually fading.

Han Yu looked at the little old man nervously. It took about three minutes for the violent energy in the little old man's body to calm down and his face returned to normal.

"Senior, I'm sorry!" Han Yu said guiltily.

Although the little old man seemed calm, Han Yu knew that if he hadn't been strong, the burst of energy just now would be enough to destroy him. The energy in his body can't be touched or touched at all.

The little old man shook his hand and said, "It's okay, you are also kind."

Han Yu smiled bitterly, he was indeed kind, but he almost did bad things with good intentions.

Han Yu asked, "Senior, what is your cultivation base?"

The burst of energy made Han Yu feel his heart trembling, and the little old man's cultivation was bound to peak.

The little old man sighed: "It doesn't matter what cultivation level is. I'm just an old man now."

The little old man stood up, walked over and started to hit the iron, the thin figure from the back looked unusually lonely.

Han Yu sighed faintly, the most painful thing is the lateness of the hero, right?

This little old man must have been a great master before, but at this time he was hitting the iron alone, suffering the torture of that power every day, and could only wait to get old day by day.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside, and only a middle-aged man came in.

"If you buy weapons, it's outside." The little old man said lightly without even looking at it.

The middle-aged man stood outside the shop, his eyes swept slowly, he saw the little corner playing with the girl, a smile appeared on his face, and then he looked at Han Yu.

Han Yu keenly noticed that the middle-aged man's intention was not simple, so he stood up and pulled the girl and the little horn behind him.

"Han Yu?" The middle-aged man looked at Han Yu and asked.

"It's me, who are you?" Han Yu said.

"Lingxiao holy place fortune!" said the middle-aged man.

Han Yu frowned, staring at the middle-aged man closely, and secretly became vigilant. The opponent was a master of Wu Huang's five layers, which made him feel tremendous pressure.

The middle-aged man looked at Han Yu with a smile, as if there was no malice.

The two looked at each other, and no one spoke for a while, Xiao Jiao and the girl also calmed down, looking at Fang Yun nervously. Only the "Dangdangdang" iron strike sounded regularly.

The little old man seemed to be completely immersed in the iron, and knew nothing about what was happening next to him.

"Finally found you, give me that little beast." Fang Yun pointed to the little horn and said domineeringly. It seems to have come to ask for something from him.

"What do you want it to do?" Han Yu asked. This is his question all the time.

"You don't need to know this. I want it from Lingxiao Holy Land, naturally for a reason." Fang Yun said. There was still a smile on his face, but his tone was beyond doubt.

"Funny, Xiaojiao has nothing to do with your Lingxiao Holy Land. If you want to take it, take it away. Isn't it too domineering?" Han Yu sneered.

"It has already planted cause and effect with my Lingxiao Holy Land. Let me tell you that, now I'm here to take it away, and maybe I will come to kill it in the future!" In Fang Yun's eyes, the cold light flashed.

"Roar!" Xiaojiao roared, and the other side demonstrated.

Xiao Jiao has been following Han Yu, how could Han Yu believe Fang Yun's bullshit, but it made him vigilant. From Fang Yun's words, you can hear that it is definitely not a good thing that Lingxiao Holy Land needs a small angle.