"The last general, Zhao Lan, see the seniors!"

Zhao Lan in the battle array didn't know this smiling old man, but he was able to step out of the void and fall, so he had already explained his identity.

Regardless of whether he is in the army or not, as long as he is a master of the martial arts realm, he is definitely worthy of his title of "senior", you must know that these hidden powerhouses are either martial idiots or madmen.

Even the general who is also in the realm of Wuzong, or the Marquis of Huangshan, will definitely not dare to slack off in the face of this seemingly ordinary old man.

The old judge glanced at Zhao Lan and didn't pay attention to it, although Chen Ban's location surprised him slightly, but as long as it wasn't for the little prince himself, he didn't need to worry about anything.

A subordinate general left by the old city lord doesn't need to let him give much face, after all, the old Han King who was on the side of the megatron back then has now disappeared.

When people die, the lights go out, and people go to tea and cool.

Even if there are still many people like that soul tuo, who have received that person's kindness, but at this time, no one will show it too explicitly.

After all, although the current Shenyu County City is still the fief of the Han King, the Han King's Mansion, which no longer has a royal road, has long lost control of this place.

Even the three-year-old children in the city knew that although the lord of this city had the supreme name, the throne of the lord of the city had not been sat on for many years.

The old man glanced at the huge cave that was directly connected to the underground, raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said, "Old ghost, can you give the old man an explanation for today's events?"

That huge cave was connected to the depths of the earth, and although the distance of dozens of zhang could block the sight of ordinary martial artists, in the eyes of this old man, he could see the vague figure in the depths of the earth wrapped in heavy formations.

He was very familiar with the old man's back, because this was an old ghost left over from the same period as him, but unlike him, he cultivated martial arts, while the person below cultivated the formation path.

Because of this, he will come as soon as he notices the change in his side, although he doesn't have much friendship with the old ghost below, but people of his age, there are not many old friends like this.

After the old man's question spread, it took a long time for an old voice to come up from under the cave, but there was a faint look of exhaustion.

"Old judge, today's incident is indeed a mistake in judgment, when I close the formation, I will naturally give you an explanation......"

When the old man heard this, his eyebrows raised slightly, and there was a look of smiling in his eyes, and then he said: "I want you to engrave the formation map "Hundred Beasts Roaring" with your own hands as an apology, what should you do?"

When this sentence came out, the voice below was silent again for a long time, and after a long time, the old voice slowly passed on, and there was an obvious color of flesh pain between the words.

"Yes, but I want you to protect the Dharma for me, and no one will be allowed to break in!"

"Hahaha......"

The old judge shook his head and laughed, and didn't say anything more, but directly waved his hand to Chen Ban and Zhao Lan, ordering them to withdraw all the soldiers on the stage.

As soon as the old man stepped into the air, the two of them disarmed their own battle formation, and at the same time saluted him, and then walked away with their men.

And before Chen Ban left, he still didn't forget to look back at the deep cave, with a worried look in his eyes. Immediately, he no longer hesitated, and ordered the sergeant next to him to take away the laborers around the platform.

And Zhao Lan is no different from what he does, even if he wants to disrupt the military and politics in front of his predecessors, he also knows that these words cannot be said in front of these hidden people.

Chewing the root of his tongue outside the barracks without authorization, according to the law, he will be subject to military law, and he doesn't want to be implicated in this in vain.

As many figures in the field slowly left, the smiling old man also shook his sleeve robe, shook away the surrounding dust, and slowly sat down on the platform. He looked like he wanted to meditate, but when he sat down, the look in his eyes was quite meaningful.

The noise outside had disappeared, and as the sound of many footsteps slowly faded away, under the cave, deep in the stone wall covered with formation patterns, the old voice remembered again.

This time, however, he did not perform the same secret technique that had just been transmitted to the outside world, and the old voice was filled with an indescribable sense of pain in addition to the look of tiredness.

"I've done what you said, and I'm going to ...... You should also keep your promises......"

The old man was still sitting in the center of the formation, but there were no formation patterns in the hazy formation, and as far as the eye could see, the lines in this large formation had already precipitated, and there was no sign of excitation at all.

The hazy color reflected in Zhou Tian like a divine realm is just a layer of phantom, an image that can be confused with the real and make people mistakenly think that the formation is still stimulated.

At this time, the old man's wrinkled face was just like his name, full of bitter charm.

On his chest, a black blade with a cold light was piercing through it, red blood seeping out of it, and his gray-white Dao robe was dyed a bright red.

As the old man's every word came out of his mouth, his chest rose and fell slightly, and the wound on his chest was slightly expanded, and streams of blood flowed out of it.

The old man's voice was very hoarse, and if you looked closely, you could see that when he spoke, his Adam's apple movements were almost negligible. Under such a heavy wound in his chest, he did his best to reduce the vibration of his chest.

His words were heard, but they were not air-flowing through his throat, but by shaking the air in his tongue in a strange way.

It's like a kind of sound transmission secret technique commonly used by martial artists, but now he, under such a heavy injury, in order to prevent the wound from collapsing, even Yuan Li doesn't dare to make it circulate, and it is naturally difficult to perform that sound transmission secret technique.

This Xuanqu master, who had already entered the fourth order in the way of the formation, had inexplicably become such an embarrassed and pitiful appearance, if he let the people outside know, he didn't know what kind of uproar it would cause.

It's just that no matter Xuan Ku, or the people behind Xuan Ku, they are not in the mood to dwell on this aspect at this time, one of them is worried about their own lives, and the other, to be honest, is also worried about their own lives.

Behind the old man, a pale black-haired young man was clutching the black knife that pierced the old man's chest with his palm, even if the old man was already such a sleepy beast, he did not relax in the slightest.

Until the opponent really loses his breath, he must not unload his sword.

This was the code of the Assassins, and it was fundamental to his life.