"What's the situation!?" Dong Tu Nan's eyes opened, and he saw the pickup pig rushing towards him, and hurriedly spread his feet and ran away.

Whew~

The pickup pig pounced for the first time, fell heavily to the ground, and rolled with the meat body, and then the two meat wings flapped and flew up again, continuing to chase Dong Tunan.

This time, it was the turn of the big dog to stand aside and watch the play, and Dong Tu Nan was the one who was abused.

"Oh, don't come here!" he dodged as he twisted his head to look at the shape of the pickup pig, observing its trajectory so that he could react in advance.

"Dootka! Dootka!" Pigs looked excited, their round bodies falling together in the air, and their mouths kept screaming.

Although it is not clear what it is talking about, Dong Tu Nan can still feel that this big fat pig has no ill will towards him, but its rampage posture is still very scary.

As a last resort, Dong Tu Nan had to dodge around in the leafy jungle, due to the large difference in size between the two sides, under the cover of some trees, Dong Tu Nan had the advantage.

"I'm going to see what you want to do?" Turning, the scalp pig rushed in front of him, and came to a sudden halt at a distance of only a kilometer.

Under Dong Tunan's gaze, it suddenly trembled, and then its huge body slowly shrunk. In the end, he turned into an ordinary little piglet, to be precise, it should be a cute little flying pig.

"Duduka!" it shouted at Dongtunan again, and then immediately flapped its wings and circled around Dongtunan.

"Tut what tuot...... What are you going to do this little flying pig?" Dong Tu Nan shook his head helplessly, looking at it for a long time, and he didn't know what its purpose was.

"Master, look, what is that!?" Then the big dog followed, and he looked at a bush and barked incessantly.

"Huh?"

Dong Tu Nan immediately cheered up, and then walked over, squatted down and looked at the row of white mushrooms in the jungle, and suddenly became interested.

"Could this be the 'white mushroom' recorded in the books?"

It is said that this white mushroom is a kind of fungus from ancient times, which is commonly found in cold or aura-filled areas, and it is also mentioned that they are the representative of ferocity, which was condensed by evil forces.

"Legend has it that the white mushroom has been extinct for many years, how could it appear here?

But after thinking about it carefully, Dong Tu Nan felt that he was purely delusional, this area was full of lush forests and full of life, how could it be some kind of ancient battlefield full of killings?

However, even if the meaning of this mushroom is not very good, and it even has some evil appearance, it tastes tasteless and non-toxic, and its use is still very wide and popular.

The most noteworthy thing is that when the "white mushroom" is exposed to high temperatures, it naturally exudes an inexplicable aroma from the inside, and it is quite strong, similar to the taste of grilled meat.

"It's a good thing, and although it tastes bland, it must not be difficult to lure that strange old man out. The corners of Dong Tunan's mouth curled, and he reached out and put it in with a vessel.

.........

In the dilapidated ancient temple, there is still a wisp of green smoke, rising from the chimney at the top.

In the open space in front of the ancient temple, it was originally covered with barren branches and leaves, but at this time, it was cleaned up and a neat and flat plot was cleaned.

In the open space, Dong Tu Nan whistled leisurely, holding a long wooden branch in his hand, on which a row of white mushrooms were strung together, and he was setting up a wooden frame, and the fire was burning underneath, constantly roasting.

Beside him, the big dog was still habitually lying on the ground, but this time it was not as comfortable as usual, but looked very vigilant, and a pair of dark eyes stared at the direction of the other side of Dong Tunan's side.

"Duduka~"

Pickup Pig looked at the scene in front of him, and his mouth kept making strange noises.

It still maintains the form of a little flying pig, and for some reason, it has been following since it met Dong Tunan, and then it stayed here and didn't go anywhere.

Dong Tu Nan didn't care about it, as long as this little flying pig didn't have any malicious intent, he would follow it, and it wouldn't have any effect on him anyway.

Sure enough, as the legend goes, after the white mushrooms are roasted by the flame, they soon emit a rich aroma that spreads from the grill.

Most of the aromas were deliberately induced by Dong Tu Nan with source power and poured directly into the ancient temple.

But even so, after a long time, there was no movement inside, and I didn't even hear a cough.

This made Dong Tu Nan strongly doubt, did the strange old man not be in the ancient temple and left early? Otherwise, how could there be no movement at all after the aroma had been in for so long?

"Could it be that the other person is too old, has a problem with his nose, and his sense of smell is not sensitive?" Dong Tu Nan was thinking wildly, when suddenly a bright light flashed in his eyes.

In that ancient temple, behind the tattered threshold, in the pitch-black scene, a figure suddenly appeared, and the shadow trembled slightly, gradually appearing in Dong Tunan's sight.

The white-haired old man finally walked out with a wooden cane.

"Sure enough, it still came out. He smiled faintly, and then focused his gaze on the white-haired old man.

Da-da-da-da.

The clear sound of a wooden staff hitting the ground came from the gate of the ancient temple to this side.

Dong Tu Nan looked like he was doing nothing, lying leisurely, still holding the long wooden stick in his hand and roasting white mushrooms, as if he hadn't noticed the white-haired old man coming out.

Wow.

The breeze blew gently, and the white-haired old man walked out of the ancient temple and walked slowly in front of Dong Tu Nan.

The source beasts on both sides, the big dog, and the Pika pig also focused their attention on the old man. Especially the big dog, when it saw that the old man was not very kind, he immediately became vigilant.

The white-haired old man's face was still cold, just like a stone man without any feelings, his eyes swept over the bodies of the two source beasts, and finally landed on Dong Tu Nan's body.

"Stinky boy, what are you doing here!?" the white-haired old man slammed the ground with the wooden staff in his hand, making a loud noise.

Dong Tu Nan glanced at him expressionlessly, still like a nobody, and replied, "Don't you see? I'll bake something to eat!"

"Roasted and eaten? that's it?" his hand, which was as old as a cracked dead wood, pointed to the burnt white mushroom in Dong Tunan's hand, and said angrily.

The white mushroom, which was originally spotted and fair-skinned, had already been burned black and charred by the flames at this time, and there was no place to eat it, where could it be eaten.

After glancing at it, Dong Tu Nan's face was also slightly embarrassed, but fortunately, he was thick enough to show that he didn't care at all.

"What? Isn't this mushroom delicious?" asked Dong Tu Nan rhetorically.

"You stinky boy, you don't understand anything, do you know what kind of mushroom this is?!" the white-haired old man's face was already iron-blue, and his tone towards Dong Tu Nan was a little more serious again.

"What else could it be? Isn't it just an ordinary mushroom!" Dong Tu Nan naturally knew that it was a white flower mushroom, but he still showed that he didn't know anything.

Syllable!

"Ouch, you weird old man, why do you start fighting at every turn!?" Dong Tu Nan covered his head, dropped the white mushroom in his hand, and immediately jumped up.

As he spoke, the old man couldn't help but speak, picked up his wooden staff again, and hit Dong Tunan's head with a beating, and his attitude was very tough.

In the face of Dong Tunan's stern questioning, the white-haired old man was also unmoved, still maintaining that old-fashioned appearance, and said: "What do you know!? Where is this ordinary mushroom, this is the rumored evil thing, the fruit of evil: white flower mushroom!"

Listening to his voice like thunder, with an irritable demeanor, Dong Tu Nan did not have any change in expression, and while rubbing the sore spots, he responded: "So what? Can you poison me?"

"You!"

The white-haired old man was angry, so he had to pick up the wooden staff in his hand again, with a posture of giving Dong Tunan a head-on blow again.

"Damn, do you want to do this again?" Dong Tu Nan immediately became angry, he respected him as an old man before, and he didn't have the same knowledge as him.

But now it seems that this strange old man is obviously cheap and obedient, and he has to make inches of money, and he doesn't want to be old-fashioned! Even so, he doesn't have to give him face anymore.

Thinking of this, Dong Tu Nan suddenly began to resist. Raising his hand is to gather two source air currents, but it doesn't look very powerful.

In fact, since he woke up in the jungle, he has been in a state of extreme weakness, and his body has not recovered to the best.

On the contrary, he always felt that there was an inexplicable force blocking the meridians, causing him to be unable to operate normally for a complete Xiao Zhoutian, and naturally he could not recover his state for a long time.

Rao is like this, the two palm powers he has condensed are almost comparable to a low-level Qi Source Realm cultivator, how can it be that a weak old man can resist.

However, it is often the unexpected that makes it unique.

Dong Tu Nan thought that the strange old man couldn't resist the palm power, but it just surprised him.

I saw that the white-haired old man's figure was still in place, but when Dong Tunan's two palms hit him, it seemed that some deviation suddenly appeared, rubbing the hem of the old man's clothes, and he was dodged by him.

"What's going on?" Dong Tu Nan's eyes shrank, and he subconsciously felt very surprised.

But then came the greeting of the wooden staff picked up by the white-haired old man.

Like a ghost, while he dodged Dong Tu Nan's palm, his body shape remained the same, his thin face was not shocked, and the wooden staff picked up by his raised arm was still along the original trajectory, and once again smashed it against Dong Tu Nan's head.

"!" Dong Tu Nan took a few steps back in response, and at the same time opened his voice and burst into a foul mouth.

After the blow, the white-haired old man continued to walk in an unsteady pace as if he had not finished walking, and walked in the direction of Dongtu's retreat.

"You...... Don't come here!" the boy's voice trembled a little.