Because Yang Xun saw that Gu Long's body was full of barren and ruined meridians, there was still a trace of true qi in it, saying that it was true qi, in fact, it was more appropriate to say that it was residual cultivation aura, it was like a dead little fish in the dry sea, and it was not regulated by Gu Long's mental method at all.

Since it is not regulated by Gu Long's mental method, it means that it does not belong to Gu Long at all, and this trace of true qi can only be said to have died in his barren and ruined meridians.

But these phenomena are enough to prove that Gu Long used to be a cultivator! As for whether he is the "King of Killers" in his mouth, this remains to be confirmed! However, Yang Xun's intuition told him that it was eighty percent true!

"What people!"

Just when Yang Xun was still guessing Gu Long's identity, Gu Long seemed to feel that someone was peeking at him, only to see him suddenly open his sharp eyes and stare at the small lattice window on the door and snort coldly.

What a familiar scene! He, a cultivator who didn't have the slightest true qi in his body, actually noticed himself! Was this innate vigilance or ......

Yang Xun also suddenly remembered the night when he lived in the shantytown before, he peeked out of the single room through his own eyes, and looked at an old man with a gourd, he took a sip of the contents of the gourd, and then blushed and suddenly looked in his direction, smiling in confusion......

Thinking of the brown gourd at the head of Gu Long's bed in this room, Yang Xun was sure that Gu Long was the old gourd man that night! Yang Xun had to admire, this was too coincidental! This was too unexpected!

Seeing that he had been discovered, Yang Xun opened the door and entered......

"Hey, the King of Killers! It's me! remember?"

Yang Xun waved his hand and smiled.

"Hahahaha...... It's you, boy! Of course I remember! Come on, come and sit!"

Gu Long returned to his usual turbulent state, he patted his bed and made a little room for Yang Xun.

"No, I'll just sit here!"

Yang Xun didn't sit next to Gu Long, but pulled a chair in the room and sat on the side of the bed one meter away from Gu Long.

Because speaking of which, Yang Xun actually doesn't know Gu Long very well, although he still believes in Gu Long in his heart, and Gu Long now looks like an ordinary old man, if anything is not ordinary, it is probably that he lives in a mental hospital!

So for the sake of safety, Yang Xun still didn't dare to get too close to him, although he had seen through his barren and ruined meridians that there was no trace of living true qi, but after all, his sharp eyes that noticed his peeping, he hadn't figured out the reason yet!

"Let me guess what you're doing with me!"

Gu Long smiled and shook his finger at Yang Xun, and said leisurely.

"Oh, don't guess the old chief, what else can I come to you for!"

"Anyway, why do you call yourself the 'King of Killers', could it be that you are really the King of Killers?"

Whoever called this old man eccentric, Yang Xun did not hesitate to give him a title-Ancient Chief! Yang Xun did not rush to ask about how to solve the shortcomings of "Jiuyang Jue", but first tested the old man's tone to see if he could ask more things about him! Who made Yang Xun already have a strong interest in him.

"Of course! I think back then, I was alone...... Oh no! You kid wants to test my mouth! Find out what I know about it, right! I won't tell you! Hmph!"

The old leader suddenly reacted and snorted.

"Oh, I'll go! What can you do as an old man in a mental hospital! You're still so awesome, could it be that you really think you're the king of killers, and no one will believe you when you say it!"

Yang Xun rolled his eyes and pretended to mock.

I saw that the ancient leader quietly buttoned his nose, flicked his nails again, and then said unhurriedly: "You don't have to provoke me, believe it or not!" I just know that the fire of Jiuyang was born because of the cultivator's cultivation of the "Nine Yang Jue", and how to solve the disadvantages of the "Jiuyang Jue...... That's it!"

After saying that, he deducted the boogers again, and then flicked his fingers.

The corners of Yang Xun's mouth twitched, and his head was full of black lines, is this really the king of killers? This kind of behavior is simply insulting to the name of the "king of killers"!

I didn't expect this old man to be simple! Even if he knew the fire of Jiuyang, he actually knew the "Jiuyang Jue"! Yang Xunxin asked, what do you have to do with Ye Yang? No matter if you think about it, he shouldn't know Ye Yang, because he is using Ye Yang's body now, and if he knows, he has no reason not to recognize it and still talk nonsense with himself here, so he can only say that he only knows "Jiuyang Jue"!

What the hell is this like a mental patient? You can even go to the debate tournament, maybe you can run for the British parliament...... This also strengthened Yang Xun's belief that this old man was really the king of killers.

"Okay, okay! I won't talk to you anymore, you quickly tell me the way to solve the shortcomings of "Jiuyang Jue"!"

Seeing that Gu Long was reluctant to reveal too much, Yang Xun no longer stimulated him, but directly asked about the way to solve the shortcomings of "Jiuyang Jue", because Yang Xun was afraid that he would be excited, so he didn't tell himself directly!

"Why should I tell you?"

I saw Gu Long put his hand behind the black and white hair, leaning on the head of the bed and said leisurely.

"Didn't you tell me to come to you?"

Yang Xun was anxious and said slightly angrily.

"I asked you to come, but I just asked you to play with me, I didn't say I wanted to tell you how to do it!"

Saying that, Gu Long cocked Erlang's head again, and said with his own nose.

"You ......"

"What are you!"

"I ......"

"What am I, I!"

An old man and a young man staged a very classic dialogue.

"I don't have time to play with you, do you want to talk about it!"

Yang Xun was angry with this old man, and he didn't want to talk nonsense with this old man.

"No!"

The old man pursed his lips and shook his index finger.

"Bang!"

Yang Xun snatched the door and walked away angrily.

Only the old man was left in the room, and he played with his fingernails, and then began an inexplicable countdown.

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

"Seven!"

“......”

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Choked ......"

At the same time as the countdown ended, the doorknob also moved, and it was Yang Xun who came back and forth when the door opened!

"Aren't you leaving?

The old man asked very badly.

"Tell me!"

Yang Xun said coldly.

"I have the conditions!"

Gu Long raised the index finger and middle finger of one hand and smiled, people who don't know still think that he is in Biye!

"On what terms?"

Seeing that the old man Gu Long was smiling so ugly, Yang Xun thought that he was clamoring for "victory" in Biye, so he twisted his head to the side with an expression of "I don't want to see you".

"Help me buy a bottle of 55 degrees two-pot head and come back......"

Before the words fell, Yang Xun disappeared into the room with a "whoosh", as if he didn't want to stay with this angry old urchin for a moment.