Listening to the man say a lot of things about the ancestor of the Spirit Monkey Sect, Leng Xiaohan's half-belief when the man first spoke out was completely unconvinced: "If you don't draw a snake to add to it, I will really believe it! I'll just say it~ The probability of a sect made up casually is low enough, and the probability of you getting to know is almost negligible."

I didn't say what year it was, I didn't say what the name of the Spirit Monkey Patriarch was, I didn't say what the cultivation of the two sides was when I met the Spirit Monkey Patriarch, and I didn't say why people and demons got along well and even had bonds, and if there was really that, it would be really hell! I want to see what tricks you want to play. ’

"By the way, how is your ancestor now?" Just as Leng Xiaohan was thinking nonsense, the man asked coldly. Leng Xiaohan blurted out: "The ancestor immortal has passed away for many years!" said that his expression was already low.

The man's face showed a look of grief, but there was a flash of joy in his eyes. Holding Leng Xiaohan's right hand, he increased a little: "Take me to your Spirit Monkey Sect! I want to pay homage to my old friend." Leng Xiaohan knew what this guy wanted to do after saying so much.

"Heh~ It turned out that he was worried about the people of the Spirit Monkey Sect! He stomped on his right foot and said, "Let's go!" With a roll of his eyes, he walked towards the mountains in the distance.

"By the way, I don't know what the situation in the Spirit Monkey Sect is now? As he spoke, the momentum on his body was put away. 'Hmph~ This kid should have been suppressed by me! Although he only stepped into the Holy Realm with half a foot, it was still very simple to imitate the momentum of the Martial Saint. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but have a hint of smugness between my eyebrows.

Everything was seen by Leng Xiaohan: 'That's it?' shook his head and was a little disappointed in his heart: "Our Spirit Monkey Sect has been in decline since the death of the Ancestor Immortal, first it was attacked by the hostile sect several times, and then it even lost the inheritance technique. ”

Saying that, Leng Xiaohan released his cultivation: "Boy, now the cultivation of the Seven-Star Martial Venerable is already the highest cultivation in the sect......" With Leng Xiaohan's flickering, the vigilance in the man's heart was lowered little by little.

After more than half an hour, the two began to drink on the back of the water. "Come on!" The man pulled Leng Xiaohan and made a big bowl again: "I didn't expect that except for your ancestors, I could meet someone who could chat so happily." ”

"Wow!" poured himself a bowl of wine, the man held the bowl with both hands and looked at Leng Xiaohan with a serious face: "Whether you want it or not, you will be my brother in the future!" After speaking, he drank all the wine in his bowl.

If I really have such a sect, maybe I will really believe it! This acting skill is definitely at the level of an old actor, and it is not much different from the actor. If I hadn't said the word patriarch again, I would have thought you were drunk. Knowing that he couldn't get drunk with the other party, Leng Xiaohan didn't drink the wine in the bowl, but put the wine on the back of the water.

"Senior, we've arrived at the place. Leng Xiaohan got up and looked condescendingly at the man with a puzzled face, the man looked around: "Hmm, what about your sect?" Leng Xiaohan shook his head slightly: "Seniors won't think that our sect still dares to be outside with great fanfare!"

"That's right!" the man nodded, with a faint eagerness on his face: "Then brother, hurry up and open the door of the sect!"

Seeing the man's performance, Leng Xiaohan completely lost his mind to play. With his hands behind his back, he looked ahead: "Do you know what kind of place this is?"

The man was stunned, looked around, and then looked at Leng Xiaohan's appearance. He muttered in his heart: "Could it be that there are any other great people or sects here?" Thinking of this, the man shook his head and replied honestly, "I don't know." Could it have been famous before?"

Leng Xiaohan turned to look at the man: "It's normal for seniors not to know, because there was no fame here before." But... After today, there will be one more building here. Because of this building, it should be a little famous in the future. ”

"Architecture?, is he going to build me a statue in order to keep me here?" After Leng Xiaohan's flickering for more than half an hour, now the man has completely regarded Leng Xiaohan as a simple child. Unexpectedly, someone gave me the day to build a statue. Thinking of this man, he couldn't help but get excited, and looked at Leng Xiaohan with encouragement in his excitement: "Oh~ Why is this?"

'This idiot!' I didn't feel it when it was so obvious?, and what was going on with this inexplicable look. Leng Xiaohan complained a few words, thought about it and said directly: "Because there will be one more tomb here in the future, Demon Venerable: Fuang's Tomb!"

"Smack!" The bowl shattered under the water body, but Fu Ang appeared in front of Leng Xiaohan: "You kid has been playing with me all the time!?"

"Bang!" Leng Xiaohan pressed the sword finger of his right hand against Fu Ang's attacking fist, and looked at Fu Ang with disdain: "Are you stupid! The seven-colored mist appeared on Leng Xiaohan's sword fingers, which was very smart. Sometimes still, sometimes rotating around Leng Xiaohan's sword fingers.

Raising his sword finger, he stabbed out quickly and slowly, and colorful rays of light shot out from Leng Xiaohan's fingertips. Seeing the colorful mist on Leng Xiaohan's sword fingers, Fu Ang secretly said "not good". He retracted his fist and stepped back, and a black cloud appeared in front of him.

"Ahh

Although he blocked the light of the Dao Dao, Fu Ang's heart gradually became uneasy. The feeling of danger has been hanging in Fuang's mind since Leng Xiaohan's shot, and as time passes, the feeling of danger in his brain has become more and more intense.

Fuang frowned and flew towards the sky. The blue ribbon flashed in the air, Leng Xiaohan had already appeared above Fuang, and the colorful pillar of light directly covered Fuang.

"Snort~" The colorful pillar of light corroded the black cloud, and the area of the black cloud slowly shrank.

"Don't go too far, boy, now let me go, I can leave this area as if nothing had happened before. "Fuang is now full of helplessness, and he is slow and slow, which has led to a situation where he can only be beaten passively.

Seeing that Leng Xiaohan didn't speak, Fu Ang was anxious: "If I leave, your chivalrous name will naturally spread out." Don't force me to work hard! I'm also a half-step martial saint! Leaving now is good for you and for me, if I work hard, you will also be hurt a lot!"

When he opened his eyes, he looked at Fu Ang with cold disdain: "Are you threatening me? I feel powerless!"

"Hmm, what?" Fu Ang resisted the pillar of light with all his might, and suddenly didn't understand. "Heh~" Leng Xiaohan chuckled, and the true qi of the condensing moon in his body was fully injected into the sword finger of his right hand: "I mean, I feel that even if you try hard, I won't be hurt in the slightest!"

"You forced me!" Fu Ang gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, throwing out the black cloud that had been retracted above his head before. With a loud roar, his body slowly swelled. "Bang!" The black mist completely covered Fuang's figure, but in an instant, the black mist retracted, revealing Fuang's current appearance.

"What is this?" Seeing Fuang's current appearance, even Leng Xiaohan couldn't help but exhale.