At this time, in the seventh floor of Lihua Garden, Meng Lao stood in front of the window, and beside him, there was a half-old man who had not been seen by Fengjin before.

There are not many wrinkles on this old man's face, just looking at his face, it is not an exaggeration to call him a middle-aged person, but this person's pale hair is of the kind of withered type, which is really impossible to call out the three words middle-aged.

This person was wearing a yellow cloth robe, and the yellow material was slightly gray after being scrubbed too many times.

Meng Lao took out a small azure sign with the word "Thai" written on it from his wardrobe and handed it to the white-haired man.

The man smiled kindly, took it and stuffed it casually into the shirt on his chest, and then clasped his hands into fists and said:

"Mengzu, I'm really sorry that day, I've accepted a few disciples over the years, and I don't want to make progress all day long, I like to form gangs, and I even offended your old man.

Please also ask Mengzu for the sake of the robe and forgive these disdainful disciples of mine, and I will take them to the Feng Clan to make amends in the future!"

Meng Lao waved his hand when he heard this, and said indifferently: "It's okay, the old man still has to give you Taisheng's face." ”

When the Feng Jin people on the side heard this, although they guessed one or two, they were still a little shocked, how could this Tai Sheng, have such withered white hair.

It has been mentioned in history books and fantasy novels that there has never been a saint who died of old age, but Taisheng's look is the traces left by the years, which is really weird.

I saw this white-haired Taisheng looking at the sky, and said again: "It's time for me to wait for the appearance." ”

When the words fell, a man and a woman sitting on the chair behind the two of them, the middle-aged man among them said loudly: "Yes, if you don't go out again, I'm afraid there will be changes in Qingsheng and Haosheng." ”

The charming woman opposite the middle-aged man also lightly opened her lips and said, "Mengzu, you don't have to be suspicious, the Beitian side has already started, and your Feng clan is estimated to be about to do it." On our side, it is already unexpected to have twelve, how can the fairy world send out the celestials again. ”

A man, a woman, and an old man all set their eyes on Meng Lao, and at this time, the qi around Meng Lao's body was no longer violent, and after really seeing the immortals, he was extremely calm, but this expression was really a little cold and terrifying.

At this time, Meng Lao's gaze was on the Heavenly Gate, as if he wanted to see through the dense fog formed by the Endless Pure Yuan Qi and the power of the Origin.

After a moment, Meng Lao withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the three of them.

"Xiao Jin, the three of you find a room with a cellar, if there is a change, hide in it, if the old man is sick, you must not show your figure.

These girls in your Lihua Garden are all extremely talented, and if you protect this veiled child, you will not be treated badly afterwards. Feng, Xiao Jin is handed over to you, remember to watch him!"

It was the first time for Meng Lao to talk like this, and his cold face gradually softened, looking at Feng Jin.

At this time, a man and a woman on the table and the gray-haired Taisheng all looked at Feng Jin in shock, with a little complexity in their eyes. If they could, they would definitely take the veil off Feng Jin's face and take a closer look at what kind of child it was that could make this unfathomable Feng Clan Ancestor treat him so solemnly.

The woman who still had the charm covered her mouth and chuckled when she heard this: "Mengzu, look at what you said, even if a few of us are gone, I'm afraid you will be safe and sound." What's more, with only twelve celestial beings refining ten thousand laws, tying one piece may not necessarily be your opponent. ”

At this time, Feng took a step forward and said with a firm gaze: "Don't worry, Meng Lao, as long as I am still standing, it is impossible for Ah Jin to fall!"

Meng Lao scolded lightly when he heard this: "The old man is asking you to take care of him, if the old man is sick, you must watch him and not let him mess around, do you hear!"

Feng Mou's face was embarrassed, and at this time, Meng Yi suddenly took a step forward, his face was full of justice, and he looked like he was going to death generously, and said loudly: "Don't worry, master! With me here, Brother Jin will definitely not go wrong!"

You can rest assured that you will go to fight in the eight directions, and the blood-stained sky will go, and you must enter the heavenly gate made of broken stones, and kill all the bullshit immortals inside!"

As soon as these words came out, a man and a woman on the side, and even Tai Sheng, stared out of their eyes, and looked up and down in disbelief.

What the hell, a young man who is still in the realm of building a dragon bridge, and his blood is still uncertain? What did he say?

One of the contemporary ancestors of the Feng Clan, the descendant of the Human Queen, was a fierce mess back then, and now it is an almost unequilifiable existence, and there is such a ghost animal apprentice?

For a while, they were all bad.

Meng Lao's face changed color in an instant when he heard this, and he waved his hand to fan out a true qi, and slapped Meng Yitian into the air, and then snorted coldly and volleyed away from the window.

The other three looked at this "ghost animal boy" with a strange expression, and after a burst of surprise, they also left the sky from the window.

At this moment, the twelve true immortals in the sky were just about to lose their patience and want to kill the two people in front of them first, when their bodies suddenly froze, and they all sensed something, and they all looked back behind them.

At this time, when the old man with the knife saw the figure of the comer, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Hahahaha, little cubs, are you buzzing with melon seeds? Do you want to go home to find your mother? Call the old man Grandpa, the old man will let you go back today!"

When the words fell, the expressions of the twelve true immortals of the thunder department were as if they had seen a ghost, and the true ones rushed towards the Heavenly Gate, wanting to pass through the huge Heavenly Gate and return to the place where they came.

At this time, the figure of the old man holding the knife flashed, covering the entire blade with the power of the origin of heaven and earth, no longer showing contempt before, and the whole person seemed to be integrated into heaven and earth, only a knife was in the center of the gate of heaven.

The sword-wielding man above the Heavenly Gate also moved down a position with a solemn face, blocking the upper part of the Heavenly Gate. I saw that his sword body turned, and the sword in his hand actually divided into seven sword shadows, floating around him, each sword contained an amazing sword aura.

Seeing this, the twelve true immortals couldn't help but pause, and glanced at each other, with a hint of determination in their expressions. At this time, the qi between heaven and earth suddenly became restless, and wisps of thunder and lightning arcs faintly appeared, and the originally clear sky and blue sky became gloomy in an instant.

The pure yuan qi swept the entire sky from the twelve people, turning into boundless clouds, which had the potential to cover the sky! In the clouds, the thunder and lightning arc became even more violent and dense, and the entire north side of Changshui City was covered in a moment, as if the end was coming, making the heavens and the earth begin to darken.

"Seeing that the old man still dares to be presumptuous, his strength is mediocre, and his courage is good!" Just when everyone saw this cloudy sky and panicked slightly, a light reprimand instantly echoed between heaven and earth, as if this voice was coming from everyone's ears.

Countless people looked at the four figures that came from the sky in Changshui City, and the person at the head was an ordinary simple cloth robe, and there was no trace of qi in his body.

Just such an old man who stayed in the field and said that he was a farmer and an old man, floating quietly in the air.

The figure of the old man was motionless, but it was as if the heavens and the earth had moved behind him for dozens of miles, so that the old man came to the front of the twelve true immortals of the thunder department in an instant.

Seeing this, Yang Beichen on the roof of the Jiuzhang Festival suddenly burst into a burst of light in his eyes, and his voice was a little uncontrollable excited: "Here, that old-timer is here!"

I saw that the twelve true immortals instantly formed an inexplicable formation in mid-air, staring at the four people opposite with a solemn face, and a trace of nervousness appeared between their eyebrows.

The old man's appearance was getting closer and closer, and the expressions of the twelve true immortals were getting more and more nervous, until the old man stood ten feet in front of them, and the wrinkles on the old man's face were clearly visible.

After the four of them stood still, Tai Sheng, who was beside Meng Lao, smiled at the twelve true immortals opposite him with a kind face, and said softly: "If there are still immortals who want to go to the lower realm, let them come quickly, otherwise you may not be able to do it in a while." ”

This warm voice reached the ears of the twelve true immortals, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, making them no longer have the momentum they had before, and their expressions were full of disbelief.