When the old man flashed, the cold air quickly filled the store, and the faint mist was also swirling in it, completely covering Xiaobao's sight.

Obscured by the cold fog around him, Xiao Bao's face changed slightly, he knew that this time he was afraid that it was really a bit of trouble.

When the cold white mist enveloped the house, Xiao Bao's heart flashed a little bad, because he could sense that the fog had made him lose his sense of direction, and when the diffuse fog eroded his body, Xiao Bao obviously felt that his speed had slowed down a lot.

This has not yet been formally confronted, that is, the speed of the other party has been restrained, Xiaobao's heart is slightly awe-inspiring, his heart moves, in the brown dantian in the lower abdomen of the body, suddenly differentiated a wisp of the power of the brown fire pen, the power of the brown fire pen quickly circulated along the meridians, and after an instant, Xiaobao's body shook lightly, and the faint brown power shield completely wrapped his body in it, and on the surface of the power shield of the pen, wisps of brown fire rose up, burning the cold mist that invaded the body into nothingness.

The power of writing is possessed by the protective shield, Xiaobao obviously feels that his state has improved a lot, and now the palm of his hand is tightly held on the heavy pen behind his back, and he pulls it hard, and with a light sound, the heavy pen inserts a deep mark on the ground.

Holding the heavy pen in his palm, Xiaobao's gaze cautiously swept over the cold mist around him.

When Xiaobao was possessed by the brown power shield of the brown writing pen in the brown fire, a low sound of surprise was obviously heard from the surrounding white mist, obviously. The mysterious old man had never expected that Xiao Bao would be able to summon a shield of the power of writing with flames attached.

"Old gentleman, I have no malice in the middle, and I don't want to disturb the old gentleman's seclusion, but this remnant picture is extremely important to me, please be accommodating!" Eyes swept around, Xiaobao shouted.

"Hmph, I worked hard to get this thing, and although I've been studying it for more than ten years, I still don't know what it is for, but I can at least know that the secrets contained in it are definitely not small. You want me to give it to you for no reason. Dream! In the cold mist, the old man sneered.

His brows furrowed slightly, and Xiao Bao just wanted to speak again, but his heart was fierce. The heavy pen in his hand was quickly inserted in front of him. Then he quickly ducked sideways behind him.

"Poof...", with a slight sound of breaking wind. Several white ice spikes burst out from the mist, and finally clanged on the thousand-pound pen in front of Xiaobao.

After the ice spike hit the thousand-pound pen, it suddenly turned into a puddle of ice water. Covered on the body of the pen, and at this time, Xiaobao's palm holding the handle of the pen was perceiving a cold feeling, constantly surging towards the body.

His face changed slightly, Xiao Bao flicked his fingers, and brown flames appeared violently in his palm, and then quickly wiped on the body of the pen, melting away all the frost and cold qi on it.

"Huh? Brown flames? I didn't expect you to be so bold at such a young age, so it's no wonder you have such courage. Looking at Xiaobao's actions, the old man hidden in the mist said in surprise again.

Xiao Bao squinted his eyes slightly, did not answer, his eyes were tightly locked on the white mist around him, and his steps slowly followed the memory route in his mind before.

"Although the strength of the damn thing is not as good as before, it is not difficult to clean up your hairy boy!" Sensing Xiaobao's secret move, in the white mist, the old man sneered, and a white shadow suddenly rushed out, almost like a flash of lightning, approaching Xiaobao.

The old man who suddenly rushed in made Xiaobao's face slightly startled, his palm clenched the heavy pen, and unceremoniously smashed it at the figure in front of him.

Looking at the huge pen mixed with the oppressive wind, the old man's dry hands quickly formed a knot, and shouted softly: "Crystal defense!" ”

As the old man's handprint ended, the white mist in front of him suddenly flipped rapidly, and an instant later, a transparent ice mirror about half a meter square suddenly condensed in front of him.

"Bang!" The heavy pen slashed hard, and finally smashed heavily on the ice mirror, suddenly, Xiaobao's face changed suddenly, and he found that in his perception, when his heavy pen slashed on the ice mirror, a strong rebound force was weirdly reversed, and finally Xiaobao was caught off guard and shot backwards.

Looking at Xiao Bao, whose face was slightly pale and shot out backwards, the old man sneered again, and with a wave of his palm, dozens of spiral ice spikes took shape in front of him, and then between the old man's waves, he roared at Xiao Bao and shot away.

The soles of his feet rubbed on the ground for a distance, Xiao Bao looked up at the large number of ice spike attacks mixed with the cold breath, his brows furrowed slightly, the soles of his feet suddenly stepped on the ground, and with a heavy stomping sound, his body rushed up.

Being in mid-air to avoid the attack of the ice spike, Xiaobao's body spun suddenly, and the thousand-pound pen in his hand came out with the help of the power of rotation, and shot angrily at the old man.

The heavy pen flew out, and under the blessing of several powers, it was as if it had torn through the air, faintly with a faint brown arc, appearing on its surface.

Looking at the heavy pen that shot out, the old man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and the young man in front of him gave him too much surprise and shock.

However, surprised to surprise, the old man did not have the slightest softness in his hands, his palms opened and closed, and countless fine ice Xiaoice were condensed, and the palm was thrown, the ice silk soared into the sky, and then overwhelmed the heavy pen and wound away, just for a moment, the heavy pen was wrapped in a thick layer of white ice silk.

Under this overwhelming entanglement of ice silk, the fierce energy carried by the heavy pen was being rapidly dissolved, and when it was only half a meter above the old man's head, it finally came to a complete standstill.

Casually glancing at the heavy pen on the top of his head that was tightly wrapped in ice silk, the old man sneered, shook his palm, and under the entanglement of the ice silk, the heavy pen whizzed and spun in mid-air, and then turned around suddenly, and smashed angrily at Xiao Bao, who was in mid-air and had nowhere to borrow his strength.

Driven by the old man, the energy carried on it is not much weaker than the previous shot of Xiaobao's best efforts, and if it is hit, Xiaobao will not escape the end of serious injury.

Looking at the heavy pen that was getting closer and closer, Xiaobao shook his head helplessly, his back shook slightly, and the black cloud wings suddenly ejected out, his wings shook, and his body rose rapidly, and finally dodged the heavy pen that flew over.

"Huh? The power of writing is a wing? Looking at the wings that ejected from Xiaobao's back, the old man's pupils shrank, and he said in astonishment, and after a while, he shook his head and frowned: "It's not like the power of writing to turn wings, is it... Is it a flying technique? ”

"Good guy, why is this kid full of treasures?" Shaking his head slowly, the old man said in amazement.

Ignoring how much shock the black cloud wing brought to the old man, Xiaobao took advantage of his doppelganger, his body suddenly pounced, and the brown flame on the palm of his hand burned away, and with a flick of his fingers, a wisp of brown fire burst out, and finally burned all the ice silk connected to the heavy pen and broke it.

Lost the drive of the ice silk, the thousand catties of heavy pen fell sharply, Xiaobao's wings fluttered, and the figure quickly hit down, the brown fire on the palm of the hand between the ten fingers, a wisp of tiny flames, all the ice silk on the thousand catties of heavy pen was burned.

After the ice silk was completely removed, Xiaobao dared to hold the heavy pen in his hand again, holding the heavy pen, his wings vibrated rapidly again, and Xiaobao's body suddenly rose into the sky.

Standing below, the old man looked at Xiaobao, who was about to break out of the house directly, and his face couldn't help but be filled with a touch of ridicule and banter.

Xiao Bao's figure rose rapidly, but just after the black cloud wings vibrated twice, he suddenly felt that not far above his head, a cold cold air was constantly emanating out.

Feeling this cold air, Xiaobao's heart tightened, and the heavy pen in his hand suddenly slammed towards the top of his head.

"Bell!"

The heavy pen on the stab seemed to have touched something, and there was a crisp sound, and at the same time, a few small pieces of ice slowly fell, and finally smashed on Xiaobao's face, the cold feeling made his heart sink slightly, he didn't expect that the old guy could turn the entire room into a hard ice cellar in such a short time.

Giving up the plan to forcibly break the hole, Xiaobao's wings slowly flapped, his figure dropped a lot, and he looked coldly at the old man standing in the white mist.

"Tsk, rare flying skills, strange brown flames, strange body skills, far more than the strength of ordinary talents, boy, are you from the Imperial Marshal's Mansion? Or are they the young masters of those transcendent families? Or is it royalty? Raising his head and looking at Xiao Bao with black wings in mid-air with interest, the old man asked.

Xiaobao licked his lips, looked at the old man cautiously, and did not answer.

"But even if you're who I say you are, there's no way you're going to leave here today with the map fragments." The palm of his hand touched the scar on the old man's face, and the old man's voice began to gradually turn cold.

"Although you have a variety of stunts, but you are just a showman, although my strength has been greatly reduced now, but it is not difficult to clean you up." The old man said lightly: "Hand over the things, I'll let you go, and I don't want to be ruined by someone to ruin my years of seclusion." ”

Looking at this stubborn old man, Xiaobao sighed helplessly, and said with a wry smile in his heart: "Teacher, it seems that only you have made a move, I am indeed not his opponent, even if his strength is no longer what it used to be, but as he said, it is not difficult to clean me up." ”

"Hehe, it's really not difficult, after all, you are two levels apart, and that guy's skills will not be weaker than yours, the previous confrontation is just a trial, if he is really serious, I'm afraid you won't even be able to survive five rounds." The voice of the elder of the pavilion sounded in Xiaobao's heart. (To be continued......)