Jiang Hua was seriously injured at this time, although he was only punched by Wan Gu Chou, but the person who punched was a person from the True Immortal Mahayana Period.

Jiang Hua didn't die immediately, which is already a blessing.

He still had some consciousness at this time, and squinted at the two people who came with his dry lips, one was Huangfu Xuan, and the other Jiang Hua didn't know.

Huang Fuxuan's hair was all white, and the man's hair was already all yellow, because he was too long-lived, and his white hair gradually turned into yellow hair.

The yellow-haired old man was wearing a wide robe, the sleeves were similar to the water sleeves in Peking Opera, and with a slight flick, the water sleeves that were not long rushed into the quicksand around Jiang Hua's body like a giant python.

Jiang Hua only felt his body tighten, as if he was wrapped in something, and then he felt that his body was light, and the whole person jumped out of the quicksand in an unsuspecting situation.

"Apprentice, go and see Shizun's injury!" The yellow-haired old man looked at Huangfu Xuan, and then rushed towards Wan Gu Chou.

"Wan Gu Chou! You are not small, even my master dares you to move!" As the yellow-haired old man spoke, a golden python suddenly appeared in the water sleeve of his right arm, and quickly wrapped around Wan Gu Chou's body.

Wan Gu Chou squinted his eyes and stared at the yellow-haired old man, but he didn't make any resistance: "You said that this kid is your master?"

"Wan Gu Chou, you and I are both cultivators of immortals and cultivators! It's just that I cultivate righteous immortals, and you cultivate evil immortals! How can you little bugs know my master? Wait for my master to wake up, and then deal with you!"

At this time, the scars on Jiang Hua's face and the injuries in his body were all healed by Huangfu Xuan's infusion of some spiritual power.

[Congratulations to the host for increasing the immortal value by 800!It is the spiritual power that Huangfu Xuan transmitted to you and transformed!]

Hearing that the immortal cultivation value had increased, Jiang Hua did not get up happy, but became even more panicked. He didn't know what the origin of Huangfu Xuan and this yellow-haired old man was, and why he called himself Shizun again.

"Master, Tianzun is awake!" After Huangfu Xuan saw Jiang Hua wake up, he knelt aside respectfully and clasped his fists with both hands: "Congratulations to Tianzun on returning to his position!"

"You call me Tianzun?" Jiang Hua was a little flustered and a little nervous, and trembling took out a cigarette from his pocket, "... Is there a fire for you..."

Huang Fuxuan nodded, tapped the cigarette butt with his index finger, and the cigarette ignited. Jiang Hua gulped down his cigarette, stared at Huangfu Xuan and the yellow-haired old man, and then looked at the eternal sorrow who was tied up by the golden python.

"What the are you going to do? One calls me Master, the other calls me Tianzun! Why don't you call me Dad?!"

Jiang Hua regained his strength at this moment, and he looked a little irritable because of fear. After all, any of the three people here can easily kill themselves.

He scolded again: "Don't do this, kill if you want to! You can kill a soldier but not be humiliated! Do it!"

The yellow-haired old man was stunned for a moment, bent down and hugged his fists and said, "If the master has to teach you father, it's okay!"

"Ahem..."Jiang Hua choked on a puff of cigarette and coughed, "Don't don't, don't! You are my father, either kill me or let me go! I will be an ant in your hands Yes, you call me Shizun, tease me, right? Do you want the Pangu Ring, do you want some Tai'a Sword? Take it, okay! Lao Tzu will give it to you! Lao Tzu doesn't want it!"

When the yellow-haired old man heard this, his face suddenly changed, and he said in his heart that the master didn't tell me that! The master said that the master was a completely domineering person, how could he be so timid? Could it be that he was wrong? However, it was indeed the Pangu Ring!

Thinking of this, the yellow-haired old man pointed at Jiang Hua and said to Huangfu Xuan, "Pick off his pants!"

"it!!" Jiang Hua's eyes widened, "No?!You immortal cultivators still have this kind of hobby? Huangfu Xuan, don't touch me yet! Let's talk about it... Father... I'm fucking going out to make you cool! Either let me go or let me die!

Jiang Hua took a deep breath, took off his pants and lay on the sand: "Come on, hurry up!

The yellow-haired old man frowned: "It's not the back, it's the front!"

Jiang Hua was so frightened that he scolded again: "I can't get up! You can find a cucumber by yourself!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, his body flipped over by itself, as if he couldn't control himself at all.

The yellow-haired old man stared at Xiao Jianghua for a moment, and said to himself: "The Seven Sons of the Yang Dragon, the Big Dipper, the Master is above, and the disciples deserve death!"

Huang Fuxuan saw that his master knelt down, and he hurriedly knelt down after him: "Tianzun is above, and his great-grandson deserves death!"

On the desert, Jiang Hua stood there without pants, looked at the two people kneeling in front of him, looked at Wan Gu Chou, and scolded: "Wan Gu Chou, you are laughing at a fart! Good son, did Dad make you laugh? Shut up!"

When the yellow-haired old man heard this, he moved his fingers, and a golden light shot out from his fingers and approached the mouth of Wan Gu Chou. A mouth that was originally good was sewn up like this.

Jiang Hua looked at the yellow-haired old man and Huangfu Xuan in surprise, and asked while lifting his pants: "No, what do you two mean? I, I can wear pants, can you let me go?"

"Master, it's the apprentice who didn't make it clear!" the yellow-haired old man stood up from the ground, "My name is Qing Qiuya, and I was born in the middle of the Qing Dynasty!"

"Old zombie?!" Jiang Hua frowned and blurted out, "Awesome, you! It's been hundreds of years, and you're not dead?"

Qing Qiuya smiled awkwardly: "Shizun said that he was joking! I studied under Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren! His old man told me that if I meet a person with a Pangu ring and the seven sons of Yanglong, it will be my master, that is, his master! It's just that his old man is too empty and doesn't know where it is, otherwise, I will definitely inform his old man!"

"Zhang Sanfeng is really not dead?"

Jiang Hua scratched his head and asked the system: "System, is what this person said true or false?"

[It should be true!]

"System, I think something is wrong! You wait a while, I can achieve this now because I met you! But this old man said that Zhang Sanfeng is my apprentice, how do I think there is something in this?

[I can't tell!Maybe you're talented!I'll rest for a while, let's stop talking!]

The yellow-haired old man smiled: "Yes, Master, his old man will not die!"

"What's the matter with the Seven Sons of the Yang Dragon?"

"It's the seven little black moles that Master Venerable Your Yang is keeping up with!

Jiang Hua was stunned for a moment, and said that his roommate had a lot of black moles on that thing, but was it the Big Dipper?

Thinking of this, Jiang Hua turned his back and took off his pants and looked carefully back and forth, left and right for a while, and then searched for the pictures of the Big Dipper with his mobile phone, and compared them carefully, it was really the shape of the Big Dipper.

The yellow-haired old man smiled again: "It seems that Master Master has checked it! The disciple didn't lie to your old man, right?"

"Don't, don't, stop! I'm only 25! I'm not that old!" Jiang Hua's brain was still in a state of confusion, "Just a Pangu ring, a Yang Dragon Seventh Son, I am your master?

"The apprentice didn't talk nonsense!" Qing Qiuya said and took out a picture album from his water sleeve, "Master, take a look, there is a portrait of you and Zhang Zhenren on it!

Jiang Huahu glanced at the portrait suspiciously, the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became, he took out his mobile phone and took a picture of his face, and compared the face on the portrait, sure enough, it was himself!

But that Zhang Sanfeng, why is Jiao Enjun so similar?

"What, this Zhang Sanfeng, isn't it that Jiao Enjun? Don't tease me! Don't tell me that Jiao Enjun is Zhang Sanfeng!"

"No, no, no!" Qing Qiuya smiled, "Jiao Enjun came to play Zhang Zhenren, it's exactly what I meant! I just think he is very similar to Master! Master, now now, do you believe it?"

Jiang Hua scratched his head, and said in his heart, Is it true that Lao Tzu is reincarnated?

"Well, I believe it, Master!"