Hearing the old man say that he had seen him before, Jiang Xiaofeng was suddenly a little confused: Where have I seen him? I usually don't go out of the door, when have I ever seen such an old man.

But looking at the old man floating in mid-air, looking at himself with a smile, Jiang Xiaofeng looked at his face carefully, how could he have a familiar feeling?

Jiang Xiaofeng began to frantically sort out the thoughts in his mind: the familiar face, the familiar soul power, the familiar fire dragon depicted on the stone wall, suddenly, Jiang Xiaofeng seemed to understand, and said loudly:

"I should have figured it out, it turned out to be you, haha......"

He pointed to the old man in front of him, and said with excitement on his face:

"I did see you, I remembered. But what I saw was you when you were younger. ”

After Jiang Xiaofeng finished speaking, he took out the Dragon Thunder Bow he had obtained in the Black Cloud Cave from the Qiankun bag, held it in his hand and said:

"That's where I met you, and the red dragon at the door. ”

The white-clothed old man in mid-air, although he had no eyeballs, still looked down at the dragon thunder bow in Jiang Xiaofeng's hand, and then nodded.

After seeing the dragon thunder bow, the face of the old man in white was suddenly covered with vicissitudes and loneliness. Jiang Xiaofeng couldn't see through what kind of complicated feelings were mixed in those empty eyes.

He just sighed softly:

"Dragon's Thunder Bow...... Alas, old friend, are you alright?"

After the old man finished speaking, the dragon thunder bow in Jiang Xiaofeng's hand let out a huge hum, and then broke away from Jiang Xiaofeng's palm and floated in front of the old man in white.

The old man in white stretched out his withered right hand, wanting to stroke the divine bow in front of him.

But what Jiang Xiaofeng didn't expect was that the old man's right hand actually passed straight through the bow body of the Dragon Thunder Bow, as if the old man's right hand did not exist.

The old man sighed heavily, and flicked his fingers:

"Since you have already recognized this young man as the master, it is good to accompany him, don't bury yourself, and don't bury my and Brother Long's expectations for you. ”

The dragon thunder bow was another "hum" sound, but to Jiang Xiaofeng's ears, it seemed to hear a sorrowful cry like a cry.

The dragon thunder bow spun up in mid-air, surrounding the old man in white, unwilling to leave for a long time.

The old man in white looked at it with a smile, shook his head and said:

"The time that belongs to us is over, and I am already a dead man. The reason why my soul has not left for a long time is just to wait for someone. Now that it's time, you should be happy. I've failed you, go ahead!"

Although the Dragon Thunder Bow was reluctant, it did not dare to disobey the old man's order, it reluctantly flew around the old man again, and finally fell into Jiang Xiaofeng's palm.

"Child, this dragon thunder bow has recognized you as your lord, your thing, and I hope you will treat it well. But ......"

The old man paused and said:

"It's been a great battle a hundred years ago, and it's now very damaged. ”

The old man in white sighed, then raised his head, and his thoughts seemed to return to the past:

"Now it is powerful and can exert the strength of the psychic realm at most, of course, your strength must also reach the psychic realm to control it. If you want to use it to its fullest potential, you have to find a way to fix it. ”

Listening to the words of the old man in white, Jiang Xiaofeng couldn't help but gasp: No wonder I shot an arrow with the Dragon Thunder Bow before, and I felt as if my soul power had been drained.

It turned out that this guy was able to exert the strength of the psychic realm, but fortunately, Lao Tzufu had a great life and did not die at that time.

"Grandpa, how can this dragon thunder bow be repaired?"

"I'm sure you've seen it before, this Dragon Thunder Bow is made by me using the bones of the true dragon and the tendons of the true dragon as the bow body, and then supplemented by my soul power to calcine and refine it. If you want to repair it, you have to keep collecting dragon bones and dragon tendons, and then use your soul power to nourish it, so that it is possible to reproduce its former glory. ”

After hearing this, Jiang Xiaofeng couldn't help grinning, and his jaw was about to drop. I didn't expect to repair it, and even have to collect dragon bones and dragon tendons, which is even more difficult than climbing to the sky!

However, Jiang Xiaofeng quickly thought of another question, looked up and asked:

"But, why does this guy only have soul power to urge?"

Looking at Jiang Xiaofeng, who was puzzled, the old man in white seemed to have guessed a long time ago, and said with a smile:

"The Dragon Thunder Bow in your hand was refined by me, and it is far from being as simple as you imagined. Because this dragon thunder bow is not a spiritual treasure as you think. ”

Jiang Xiaofeng was taken aback and muttered:

"It's not Lingbao...... And what else could it be?"

"It's a Horcrux, it can also be called a soul treasure. ”

"Horcruxes?"

"Yes!"

The answer of the old man in white simply subverted Jiang Xiaofeng's entire perception of this world. In his previous knowledge, he had never heard of such a thing as a Horcrux.

"Boy, if I'm not mistaken, you should be an alchemist, and the success rate of your refining pills is much higher than that of others, I'm right, but do you know why?"

Jiang Xiaofeng nodded as if he didn't understand:

"Because I've cultivated soul power?"

The old man in white nodded, but the old man looked at Jiang Xiaofeng with interest and said:

"You're right, but there is one thing that makes me particularly curious: why can you cultivate soul power in the realm of the Enlightened Spirit Realm, the old man has never seen such a person. ”

Looking at the empty old man in mid-air, Jiang Xiaofeng pursed his lips and said: Actually, what you don't know is that I was forced by Old Man Li to start cultivating soul power three years ago. If you know, don't be surprised.

But Jiang Xiaofeng couldn't say these things after all, he promised Old Man Li:

"I'm sorry grandpa, I'm entrusted by someone, and I can't tell you. ”

Jiang Xiaofeng bent down slightly and saluted the old man in mid-air. The old man in white laughed, stroked the long beard on his chest and said:

"That's it, look at me as an old fool, and my curiosity is so strong when I die. At the beginning, the old man was killed by this curiosity, and he didn't have a long memory when he died. Haha......"

Looking at the old man in white who was laughing in mid-air, Jiang Xiaofeng was speechless for a while: You are much more wonderful than me, and you are so happy when you die.

"It seems that the old man is lonely and unheard, and he is too conservative. For a long time, the old man secretly thought that only cultivators in the spiritual realm could barely comprehend the aura of heaven and earth and cultivate soul power, but he didn't expect that the old man really opened his eyes today. The cultivators of the Spirit Realm can also cultivate soul power, not bad, the old man died without regrets, haha......"

The old man in mid-air didn't wait for Jiang Xiaofeng to speak, and said to himself:

"I've been waiting here for three hundred years, and I originally wanted to pass on my soul power cultivation method to you, but it seems that I was arrogant. Behind you, there must be someone stronger than me. No wonder as soon as you enter this Dongli Mountain, I can feel the pure soul power from you. Your cultivation method must be above mine, I really want to see what your cultivation will look like in the future!"

What the?

This old guy actually got my idea from the very beginning of my entry into Dongli Mountain?

No, I seem to have forgotten something, could it be that everything here, this white lotus incarnation, this white stone lotus platform, and the sacred heart lotus seed, were all arranged by this old man?

Jiang Xiaofeng thought of this, and suddenly said in shock:

"Grandpa, I don't know if I should ask if I have something to say. ”

"But it doesn't hurt to speak!"

"If I'm not mistaken, did you arrange this white lotus to come into the world?"

"Haha......"

Listening to Jiang Xiaofeng's words, the old man in white, who was floating in mid-air, laughed again:

"You kid, you really have a smart brain. You're right, this white lotus came into the world because of me. All because I wanted to find someone who could inherit my mantle. I use the aura here, along with the circle I set up during my lifetime, to open it every fifty years, in order to attract the people I want.

But before, every time I was disappointed. Three hundred years have passed, the power of the formation I arranged before my death is about to disappear, and my soul is about to run out, this is the last time to open the White Lotus Great Array, but I didn't expect to let me meet you, it's really worth me. ”

Wait for me?

Jiang Xiaofeng looked at the old man in white with some confusion, you also said just now, my soul power cultivation method is far better than yours, what do you have to teach me?

Although Jiang Xiaofeng thought so in his heart, he couldn't ask like this, so he lowered his head and asked respectfully:

"I don't know grandpa, how can I be able to let you enter your eyes?"

The old man in white put away his smile and looked at Jiang Xiaofeng with a serious face, as if he wanted to see him through:

"With the soul power of your cultivation. ”

"That's it?"

"Yes!"

The old man in white flew some distance closer to Jiang Xiaofeng. Jiang Xiaofeng looked at his empty eyes and couldn't help but feel a little creepy, but he couldn't show it, so he could only pretend to be calm and stand in place.

The old man first sighed, then looked at Jiang Xiaofeng and said:

"Boy, I don't know if you've heard of the sect of Longyan Valley?"

When the old man in white spoke of Longyan Valley, his empty eyes became brighter and brighter. The whole person's expression became confident and proud.

The sect of Longyan Valley, for the old man in white, must be the most important place in his heart, Jiang Xiaofeng thought unconsciously.

But he had not heard of it, so he replied:

"Uncle, I haven't heard of it. ”

The old man smiled sadly and said:

"It doesn't matter. It's okay if you haven't heard of it. Then have you heard of the Xuanling Sect?"

The old man in white looked at Jiang Xiaofeng expectantly, but Jiang Xiaofeng disappointed him again. He shook his head and said:

"I've never heard of it. ”

The old man in white smiled awkwardly:

"Since you haven't heard of it, before the old man passes on the mantle of you and me, I just want to tell you my story. Would you like to hear it?"

Jiang Xiaofeng rubbed his nose and said in his heart: This old man, I haven't said if I want to promise you to pass me on things, why do you think that I want to accept it so presumptuously?

But thinking about it, Jiang Xiaofeng didn't dare to show it, after all, this was his territory, in case he was angry for a while and threw himself into the magma, then where would he go to reason.