Before Yuan Liyang's figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, Zhao Wenhui was in a daze.

In front of me is a sea of hot tea that has just been brewed.

Sensing that there was something unusual beside him, he subconsciously turned his head to look over, just in time to see Yuan Liyang step by step and appear in front of him out of thin air.

Immediately shocked.

subconsciously made a defensive posture, but when he raised his eyes and looked at it seriously, he found that the person who suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air had a very immature face.

I should not be twenty years old!

He was wearing a black down jacket, sweatpants and travel shoes, he was not short, he looked ordinary at first glance, but if he looked closely, he seemed to have an indescribable temperament.

looks like a student, but the temperament is not very similar.

Of course, none of this matters.

The important thing is that this man suddenly appeared in front of him without alarming anyone—and in a posture that seemed to come out of the void in such a step!

Zhao Wenhui, who is nearly seventy years old, has embarked on the road of cultivation for more than forty years, and in the local Xiuzhen world of Suzhou City, he is a figure like Taishan Beidou, but it is the first time to see this situation like a movie special effects - I have heard that it is said that there is a top power in the cultivation world, and it is really able to realize the kind of "shrinking the ground into inches" and "a thousand miles a day" and other great magical powers described in ancient Chinese Taoist classics, and it is said that there is also a "stealth technique", but he has never had the opportunity to witness it with his own eyes.

As for himself, he is still far from the truth.

Now that he suddenly saw this scene in front of him, the horror in his heart can be imagined.

At this moment, the first thought that popped into his head was- "Someone is going to kill me!"

But fortunately, he reacted quickly and didn't make a rash move.

Because he immediately thought of the person who could suddenly appear next to him out of thin air without even being aware of it, if he wanted to kill himself, he would have no power to resist!

Or: if the other party wants to kill himself, just appear directly in his back, a knife is enough.

At this time, Zhao Wenhui only had time to take a cursory look at the young man who walked out of the void, and the thoughts of shock and fear in his mind had just turned around, and he found that as soon as this young man appeared, his eyes looked at him for the first time.

Out of a cultivator's keen intuition about danger, at that moment, Zhao Wenhui almost subconsciously lowered his head and turned his gaze away.

But the next moment, he felt like he was locked in!

A gaze fell on him, as if he was curiously probing something, Zhao Wenhui intuitively realized that the other party should be observing himself, and he could feel that the other party seemed to use only one glance to see through the virtual reality of his body, inside and outside!

It's as easy as looking at the lines in the palm of your hand!

At that moment, Zhao Wenhui couldn't help but feel dead.

But on the contrary, that gaze fell on him as if it were substance, and there was an indifferent but non-negligible pressure that followed, and for a while, Zhao Wenhui didn't dare to say what to do, and he didn't even dare to have a trace of other thoughts.

But soon, it seemed that he had seen what he wanted to see, and the pressure caused by that gaze suddenly disappeared, but his gaze still fell on himself.

Zhao Wenhui suddenly felt that his brain could be active again.

There is a subconscious feeling of wanting to breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, Xu felt that the danger had receded, perhaps subconsciously thinking that the other party did not seem to have malicious intentions towards him, and the pride in Zhao Wenhui's heart as a cultivator made him subconsciously raise his head, wanting to look at this young man who suddenly came.

So they looked at each other.

Zhao Wenhui immediately shivered, and the whole person was as if he had been killed, and he stiffened when he landed, not only did he not dare to move, but he couldn't even move.

The eyes seemed to be as clear as water, but with a touch of cold indifference that was not like the world.

The indifference of a human looking down like an ant.

Contempt, ridicule, contempt, ridicule?

No, there wasn't even a hint of emotion.

It is the purest and coldest indifference.

And more importantly, through this look, Zhao Wenhui suddenly sensed a powerful and incomparable deterrent like a giant beast in the wilderness.

That feeling, it seems that I am facing not a person, but a legendary ancient dragon!

Pei Mo can resist!

Almost intuitively, he knew that it was the absolute suppression of himself by the other party.

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse.

The power of the dragon may just be inadvertently revealing such a scaly claw!

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to intend to blame himself for this small provocation, but instead smiled, and then turned to look at the snow-covered mountains in the distance.

And the kind of repression he brought soon disappeared without a trace.

This made Zhao Wenhui feel light, but he still immediately lowered his head and didn't dare to look at it again.

"It may be easier for him to kill me than it is for me to crush an ant!"

At this moment, Zhao Wenhui had all kinds of thoughts in his heart.

He knew better than anyone else that if it was a silent confrontation just now, it would no longer be a matter of winning or losing, but that he was directly crushed into dust by the other party without even the slightest reaction!

The absolute repression brought about by that kind of personal suppression is really a great horror that makes the soul tremble.

"I just don't know what kind of person this person is, and what he came to me for all of a sudden. If he's going to take my life......"

Zhao Wenhui's heart was full of bitterness thinking about how to deal with the next crisis, or rather, he was actually thinking about how he could not implicate his family if the other party really came to kill him, but at this time, he heard the young man suddenly sigh.

Almost subconsciously, Zhao Wenhui secretly glanced up.

I saw the young man facing out of the mountain, gazing affectionately at the mountains and fields in the distance.

Of course, no matter where you go now, it's just a blank expanse.

After a while, the young man said with emotion, "The scenery here is good. For so many years, I didn't even know that there was such a place to see the scenery in Suyang. ”

This is...... Local dialect!

Zhao Wenhui was stunned for a moment, and just at this time he heard footsteps behind him, and in the middle of his thoughts, he immediately raised his hand and swung it back.

The footsteps soon stopped, and then there was no movement.

"yes!"

Zhao Wenhui echoed, which was also a local dialect.

Although he tried to keep his voice calm, trying not to be humble or arrogant, as soon as the words came out, even he could hear his own voice trembling.

At this moment, he didn't have time to think about anything, nearly seventy years of life experience, so that he vaguely sensed for the first time that although the other party was so powerful that he couldn't imagine it, he didn't seem to have any ill will towards him!

At least until this moment, I still don't feel any malice.

So in a flash of thought, although the other party was concentrating on watching the mountains and snow, he didn't pay attention to himself at all, but he subconsciously bowed slightly and said respectfully: "This place is especially suitable for enjoying the rain and snow." ”

"Hmm. That's right!"

He actually responded!

And the words are still spoken with a local accent!

The tone is very casual, as if gossip is commonplace.

Although he knew in his heart that this did not mean anything, Zhao Wenhui was still happy in his heart.

He immediately said, "Listening to the accent, Mr. seems to be a local?"

"You call me...... Sir?"

The young man turned around suddenly, and Zhao Wenhui almost subconsciously hurriedly bowed his waist deeper.

That indifferent gaze immediately fell on him again.

In an instant, the great fear between life and death hit my heart again.

But on the contrary, locked in this gaze, Zhao Wenhui didn't even have the courage to escape.

But after a few moments, the feeling of being suppressed and locked down suddenly disappeared again.

Zhao Wenhui was stunned for a moment, uneasy.

"Well, sir...... Actually, I'm only eighteen years old! Or you can call me little brother! This doesn't take advantage of you, I can't be a generation shorter than you, right?"

"Uh......"

Zhao Wenhui hesitated and did not dare to answer.

"I didn't scare you, did I?"

"Oh, no...... Uh, no, no, no. ”

The young man nodded, looking very serious, "That's good......! Would you like to treat me to a cup of tea?"

When Zhao Wenhui heard this, he raised his head in surprise, and was stunned for half a second before he showed a look of great joy, and immediately said: "Of course......! Uh, little ...... Sir, please be seated!"

The young man was stunned when he heard the strange title of "little gentleman", but after thinking about it, he just smiled and shook his head, but did not say anything to correct it.

Then he stepped on the snow and walked into the pavilion.