The inkman looked at the bald man and said coldly, "Now you can tell me, who came to you, right?"

The bald man had a bitter look on his face, but he didn't dare to say anything. The ink man's face sank, and the bald man suddenly showed a painful look, but he still gritted his teeth and did not speak.

It's quite tough, the ink man was slightly stunned, and said lightly, "Ma Lei came to you?"

When the bald man heard this, he just lowered his head, but said nothing.

Looking at the bald man's appearance, the ink man already had the answer in his heart.

"Don't let me meet you. The inkman snorted coldly and turned out of the alley.

Although he knew that Ma Lei was behind the ghost in this matter, Moke had no way to help the other party for a while, the reason was very simple, because he didn't know anything about Ma Lei.

"I hope that after this time, he will understand that I am not easy to mess with. Moke can only hope that after the other party knows that he can do kung fu, he will not provoke him again, otherwise he doesn't mind being ruthless next time, so that the other party will completely increase his memory.

After slowing down his cultivation speed, the ink artist found that there didn't seem to be anything wrong with him, and he no longer deliberately suppressed his cultivation speed.

In just two days, Moke's cultivation broke through again and reached the fifth tier martial apprentice, but after arriving at the fifth tier martial apprentice, he obviously felt that his cultivation speed had slowed down a lot. But even if this is the case, compared to the cultivation speed of the martial artists of the Four Emperors Realm, I don't know how much faster.

"You're awake, young man. As soon as the ink artist finished his cultivation, an old voice came to his ears.

I saw that under the shade of a tree not far away, I don't know when there was an old silver-haired man, and his eyes were looking in his direction at the moment.

"You weren't asleep just now, were you?" said the silver-haired old man suddenly.

As soon as these words came out, a look of surprise flashed in the ink man's eyes, meditating and cultivating, his heart was empty, and even his mind sank into his body, almost no different from falling asleep.

"Why is the old gentleman so sure that the boy is not asleep?" the inkman looked at the silver-haired old man with some curiosity.

"Your breath. The silver-haired old man smiled slightly.

Breathe?

The ink ke's expression changed slightly, and his breathing was to cooperate with the human emperor scroll to better absorb the aura in heaven and earth, and he had been in an extremely rhythmic state. If you are asleep, it is impossible to maintain such a breathing rhythm.

"The old gentleman has good eyesight!" said the inkman in admiration.

"It's just that I've lived a long time, and I've paid more attention, so what kind of eyesight does that come from. The silver-haired old man smiled and shook his head, "Don't call me old man, my surname is Qin, just call me Huang Lao, the younger generations are called that." ”

"Huang Lao, boy Moke. Moke said hurriedly.

"Xiaomo, I see that your kung fu practice is not simple, how about learning?" Huang Lao said suddenly.

"Ahh

Huang Lao's eyes widened, and he said with a proud face, "What, look down on the old man? I can tell you, ordinary three or five people can't get close to me at all." ”

For Huang Lao's words, Moke naturally didn't believe it, after all, Huang Lao's body didn't have the slightest aura fluctuation, plus at such an age, how could he deal with three or five people.

However, as soon as the two of them fought, Huang Lao flicked lightly, and Mo Ke felt a huge force coming, and he couldn't stand still, and took two steps back.

"This" The ink man looked at Huang Lao not far away with a shocked expression, he is now a fifth-order martial artist, although he does not operate the aura, but his body is not comparable to ordinary people, he can shock him back, this strength must be three or four hundred catties, to say the least.

"Yes, it hasn't fallen yet, boy, Jiang is still old and spicy!" Huang Lao couldn't help but laugh when he saw the ink ke's expression.

Careless!

The ink man came back to his senses at this moment, and he also began to face Huang Lao completely squarely, Huang Lao's strength was not strong, a little smaller than the strength he had just obtained the inheritance, just an old man in his sixties, and he could still maintain such strength, but it opened his eyes.

With the previous lesson, facing Huang Lao again, Moke also cheered up.

A little under his feet, a punch slammed into Huang Lao's face.

Huang Lao held his hands up, and suddenly felt a huge force attacking, and there were faint signs of getting out of his control, and immediately Huang Lao didn't dare to hold it up, so he retreated behind him and unloaded the terrifying force.

A punch was blasted out, and the ink man felt as if he had hit a sponge, and there was no point of focus at all, and if he missed, the ink man took a backhand, and he wanted to buckle Huang Lao's vein.

"Not good!" Huang Lao has practiced Tai Chi for so many years, and he doesn't know the consequences of being detained, so he can't take care of it immediately, turns his palm into a fist, and directly collides with Moke.

"Bang"

With a muffled sound, Huang Lao was shocked by the huge force and took two steps back, but the ink man not far away stood still as if he was nothing.

"It's old, it's old, it's not okay if you don't accept it. Huang Lao smiled bitterly, he fought with Moke for a while, and he was already completely defeated by the other party.

"Huang Lao said with a smile, if you are all old, then there are few people who are young. Inkman laughed.

As the saying goes, boxing is afraid of being less strong, once a person is old, the strength of boxing and physical function are not as good as when he was young. If Huang Lao is now at his peak, his strength will increase by at least more than fifty percent, and it will not be a problem to deal with seven or eight strong men. Among ordinary people, it is already very powerful.

"You kid!" Huang Lao scolded with a smile.

For so many years, the achievements in boxing have always been the pride of Huang Lao, if it is praised by ordinary people, he will not take it to heart, but he is still extremely happy to be praised by a master like Moke.

"I think you should be practicing boxing in the martial arts, right?" Huang Lao said suddenly, in fact, when he first saw Moke, he had such a guess, and after a fight, it confirmed the guess in his heart.

"It's a pity that I've been practicing Tai Chi for decades, but I haven't really started yet. Huang Lao sighed and asked, "Little guest, I don't know who you are learning from?"

"This" The ink man hesitated a little, Xuanyuan Shaohuang is not from this world at all, he can't say that his master is an alien.

"It's inconvenient to say it, forget it. Huang Lao saw that the inkman was a little hesitant, and thought that the inkman's division had rules in this regard, so he didn't ask anymore.

The ink artist smiled bitterly in his heart, and was about to speak, but he saw that Huang Lao's face, who was still regretful, suddenly changed, covering his chest, with a painful look, and the whole person also fell softly.

"Huang Lao. Moke's face suddenly changed greatly, and he supported Huang Lao with one arrow step.

"It makes you laugh, the old problems left on the battlefield. Huang Laoqiang laughed to himself.

Hearing this, Moke couldn't help but be in awe, no matter what the modern society is, Huang Lao, the ancestors of the older generation who did not hesitate to spill mountains and rivers, are worthy of respect, and without them, there would be no current stability.

Rushing

At that moment, two figures rushed over and surrounded the inkman.

"Chief!" The two of them saw the pained look of Huang Lao, and their faces suddenly changed greatly.