There is a circle of small candles around the two books, so it looks very bright.

Just looking at the burning of this candle, it is estimated that it will not be lit for a long time.

Time, it seems to be when Zuo Yin just came in.

However, so far, apart from Zuo Yin himself, he has not found the existence of anyone else.

This inexplicably lit candle made him a little vigilant.

So Zuo Yin pulled out the knife, confirmed the feeling of holding the knife, and maintained his explosive power.

Then look at the two books in front of me.

Both books are brand new, with plain dark blue covers, and they are thread-bound.

The name is interesting:

"The Rest of the Dragon",

"Summer Worm Language".

The former is as powerful and domineering as red gold, while the latter is as clear as water.

Between different styles, Zuo Yin was difficult to choose for a while.

At this moment, an old and dry voice sounded:

"The dragon is gone."

Zuo Yin was shocked, he raised his knife to block his body, jumped sideways in an instant and turned back.

The action is done in one go to prevent sudden sneak attacks.

And the blood on his body suddenly increased in velocity, his heart kept beating loudly, and there was some roar throughout his chest.

That is, a high concentration of mind!

In front of Zuo Yin, there was an old man with vicissitudes, the old man was wearing an overcoat, but his chest was bare, and his muscles were winding like a hard rock.

And on his chest, there was a huge and shocking scar, from the old man's right shoulder, all the way to the left abdomen.

The tumbling muscles revealed the tragic condition of the scars.

The old man's face was thin and thin, in contrast to his muscular chest.

Zuo Yin didn't dare to take it lightly.

The old man was able to hold his breath and freeze, avoiding his own feelings.

The most terrifying thing was that he had just carefully scanned the whole scene, but he didn't find the old man.

The feeling is wrong, and the vision is wrong.

Zuo Yin was a little annoyed.

This old man is by no means simple.

When the old man saw Zuo Yin's wary look, he suddenly laughed, with emotion and hideousness.

"Hey, hey, hey—"

The low, dry laughter was terrifying in this empty three-story space.

Infinite echoes.

The two black panthers let out a low howl, with deep fear.

Zuo Yin didn't care, and still maintained a knife-holding posture to see what the old man wanted to do.

Seeing that Zuo Yin was unmoved, the old man stopped laughing, nodded slightly, looked at Zuo Yin and said, "The kid is good, but his talent is far worse than that of Lu Xuanjue, and I don't know, how do you inherit Li Taibai's killing dao?" ”

What the!

The shock in Zuo Yin's heart was incomprehensible, and the old man said a lot of things.

Lu Xuanyu? It seems to be the eldest son of King Yan.

Li Taibai? Does this old man know Shizu?

Seeing that although Zuo Yin's pupils were constricted, he was still vigilant, and his expression remained unchanged, the old man was a little helpless, he took a few steps forward, but he drove the sound of chains.

This old man is locked here.

The old man glanced back at the chain behind him, with a wry smile on his face, then turned his head again, looked at Zuo Yin and asked, "Judging by your age, it shouldn't be Li Taibai's disciple, right?" ”

Zuo Yin didn't know who this person was, but he didn't dare to answer the question easily, in this weird environment, when he met such a weird old man, anyone would have been vigilant in their hearts.

The old man didn't insist anymore, he sat on the ground, revealing the thick and dark chains behind him, he thought for a while, and then said lightly: "The old man is Dugu Ye." ”

Although his voice was flat, he had a grandmaster bearing, and a faint pride was hidden in the old man's name.

Zuo Yin looked dazed.

He really hadn't heard of it.

In the morning, facing the dazed dean of Zhao Ponu, he resurfaced again.

Dugu Ye was furious.

"You don't know who the old man is?"

Without waiting for Zuo Yin to answer, his face returned to a sad look.

"The years, such fucking ruthless, I am alone, and I have been forgotten."

There is loneliness in the voice.

It seems that the old man back then was also a famous person in the world?

Zuo Yin didn't understand, he only knew that the old man's change of face was really faster than turning a book.

Lonely?

Zuo Yin suddenly remembered a person, the old man next to Du Wanli, the capital of the forest department, his name was Dugu Wang.

They are all the surnames of the Beiban, or the Wupe clan.

Zuo Yin took a closer look at Dugu Ye, and only then did he find that Dugu Ye's eyes were narrower and longer than ordinary people, and his yellow pupils flashed with a strange brilliance in the firelight.

And as far as his face is concerned, his nose is firmer, not like that of Middle-earth.

However, without waiting for Zuo Yin to speak, Dugu Ye simply waved his hand, "That's it, the dust is over, little doll, you quickly choose a book, and then the old man will teach you, I had an appointment with Li Taibai back then, I taught three people for him, and he let me go, you kid is the second." ”

After that, the old man slapped the ground fiercely, and scolded angrily: "Damn, the difference between the first and the second is so many years, and when the third doll comes, won't I be going to go into the ground, old man?" ”

The old man pointed at it with one hand and scolded angrily: "Li Taibai, you kid is really vicious—"

The syllables of the poisonous word dragged for a long time, and the unparalleled momentum rushed through the entire area.

In an instant, Zuo Yin felt that in front of him, there seemed to be a roar of a tiger and a lion's fangs.

Wild and uninhibited.

The huge space, a poisonous word, filled, shouting, like the wind, like fire, the mighty and boundless waves, exuding the most extreme and pure power!

Zuo Yin's eyes lit up.

He looked at Dugu Ye, "Is this true?" ”

Dugu Ye proudly stuck his waist and said hatefully: "Naturally." ”

There was a hint of cunning in Zuo Yin's eyes, and he said seriously: "Then I want to learn from the roar of the old-timers just now." ”

Dugu Ye's eyes widened, and then he laughed, "Haha——, you doll, it's really fucking interesting, learn to roar, hahahaha-"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Silence, advent.

Dugu Ye's expression suddenly had a hint of solemnity, he raised his head, looked down at Zuo Yin and said, "Really? ”

Zuo Yin nodded.

Dugu Ye stared at him, "I am a Dugu clan, famous for knives and fists, what I inherited is the knife of this life, since you want to learn, it's okay." ”

Zuo Yin had a wonderful feeling in his heart, and he asked, "I don't know who is the fist in this life?" ”

In his heart, there was an answer that made him unbelievable.

But it was like instinct, and he was sure of it.

Dugu Ye boasted about his beard, glared at his eyes, and said, "Ask so much what to do, listen to the old man!" ”

He did not hesitate to reject Zuo Yin's question.

As for blackmailing the old man with a shelf, Zuo Yin can't do this kind of thing.

Anyway, it's just an answer, and when I see Lin Lao and Camp Commander Gongsun Tao, you can ask it.

He looked at Dugu Ye, held the knife in both hands, and arched his hand: "Zuo Yin, I've seen my predecessors." ”

Dugu Ye put his hands behind his back and said lightly: "Knife, there are only two styles, one is dead and one is alive, to deal with those who are weaker than yourself, to use the living style, to deal with those who are stronger than yourself, and to fight for a glimmer of life with the death style." ”

There was a hint of brightness in Zuo Yin's heart, as if he had grasped something.

Dugu Ye looked at him and said intentionally or unintentionally: "Look at your kid's spiritual temperament, the realm of life and death, I have also experienced a lot, the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and I have also crawled, you understand these things very quickly, but since you can come in, Li Taibai has naturally taught you a lot of things, so I will only teach you the death style." ”

Zuo Yin nodded, the relationship between him and this old man is only a teacher and a student.

No matter how detailed it was, neither of them said it.

Secrets should not be given out in their entirety.

It's better to keep some of the relationship between myself and my ancestors.

Dugu Ye said to Zuo Yin: "Give me your knife." ”

Zuo Yin hesitated.

Dugu Ye was furious, "Boy, the old man was all over the place, could he covet your broken knife." ”

Zuo Yin looked at the knife in his hand, a little hesitant, he didn't know what the strength of this old man was, and he also knew that some strong people could use the qi in their hearts to strengthen the blade.

In case the old man takes the opportunity to break through the shackles, it will be his Zuo Yin's sin.

The two of them were a little estranged for a while.

Dugu Ye sighed and said slowly: "Okay, you give me the 'Huanglong Stop'." ”

Zuo Yin still hesitated, and said tentatively: "Dare to ask the seniors, how did you teach the last person?" ”

Dugu Ye scratched his head, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

He shook his head in frustration, "You doll, why are you so boring, it's just that." ”

Dugu Ye raised his hand and waved it down.

An invisible sword of gas condensation appeared in his hand.

Zuo Yin was shocked.

At the same time, there is a faint expectation of the gas conjunction.

The old man glanced at Zuo Yin proudly, probably because he hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time, so he was a little itchy in his heart, he pointed his sword at Zuo Yin, and said slowly: "Death style lies in the battle of the water in the heart, and in the hope of giving up life, so that you can put it to death and live later." ”

This is the general outline, after the old man finished speaking, he looked at Zuo Yin.

Zuo Yin thought for a while, but shook his head, "No." ”

Dugu Ye was furious: "Fart, old man, this has been modified for many generations, not a bird's egg!" ”

Zuo Yin looked at Dugu Ye and said stubbornly: "Put it to death and come back to life?" If there is the idea of 'life', and there is still hope for life in the heart, this is not considered death. ”

"I thought that if it was a death style, it should be an indomitable fight, with no life of oneself in the heart, only the death of the enemy, and this should be the 'death style'."

There is no self-living.

There is an enemy to death.

As soon as the words came out, Dugu Ye's eyes flashed with a strange look, looking at Zuo Yin.