Old friends have arrived?

Jiang Hanxue hurriedly listened attentively, she now has a Danhuo body, although the Danhuo is still very weak, but her cultivator's sense of superiority thinks that she is not inferior to the martial arts master of the earth, speaking of which, this body has already embarked on the road of cultivation, but she heard the crawling of ants and insects in the practice room, the flying of mosquitoes and flies, and even the wind outside the door, but she did not hear any old friends arrive......

The old monk shouldn't be blowing the conch, right? Jiang Hanxue's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, I heard that the Buddhist cultivators in the Xuanhuang Realm like to blow the conch, the mana may not be strong, but the conch blows loudly, it is originally from the Western Bliss Buddha Country, and it is separated by the desert, but there are quite a lot of believers in the Xuanhuang Continent, could it be that the Buddhist cultivators on the earth can also blow the conch?

At this moment, he suddenly heard a terrible howl in the distance, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, breaking the silence of the long night and making people feel terrified, Jiang Hanxue's face couldn't help but change: Is there really an old friend?

"The old man is going to meet an old friend, you are here, don't move." The instinct master said a word to Jiang Hanxue, then folded his hands and floated away, and disappeared at the door of the practice room in a blink of an eye.

Sima Ji stood high on the roof, standing against the wind, hearing the most vividly, the poignant howl came down the wind and drilled into his ears, Sima Ji only felt that his scalp "buzzed" and exploded.

What the heck? Sima Ji's face couldn't help but change greatly, relying on him to occupy the commanding heights first, through the thin meat stockings, he dimly saw two figures, one large and one small, at the gate of the school.

The long howl came from the gate of the school, and it is reasonable to say that there can be at least one mile from the gate of the school to the practice room, and such a long distance can make Sima Ji's scalp blow up, and ordinary people will definitely not be able to do it.

But the problem was that Sima Ji didn't hear any fluctuations in internal force or true qi from this long howl.

Even if it's a lion roaring and a tiger roaring, isn't it? Sima Ji didn't know if it was his own illusion, and through the thin meat stockings, he vaguely saw that the tall figure was covered with a faint layer of black smoke.

Suddenly thinking of something, Sima Ji snorted in the cold wind: Could it be the legendary ......

At this moment, the figure of the instinct master appeared in his field of vision, and Sima Ji subconsciously wanted to call the instinct master to solve his acupoint, but he couldn't even open and close his mouth, so he could only watch the instinct master float away in despair.

A little behind the instinct master, it was Yuantong and Yuanfang who rushed to the gate of the school, and after a while, the senior monks of the Yuanzi and above of the Luoyang Martial Arts University were all present.

"Amitabha!" The instinct master folded his hands and looked at a shriveled and thin little old man ten steps away: "The old man instinctively is here, I don't know what to teach when Master Hu Shi visits late at night?" ”

Don't look at the instinct master, he is quite calm, but the Yuantong, Yuanfang and others behind him have solemn expressions, as if they are facing a great enemy.

The shriveled and thin little old man gave birth to a boxy Chinese face, his eyes were big and round like copper bells, although he was only five feet tall and weighed no more than 100 catties, but his momentum was as majestic as a mountain!

One step behind the little old man, there stood a strong man who was even taller and more powerful than Sima Ji!

The strong man was wearing a black cloak, and the hood of the cloak was also worn, black from head to toe, standing there like a human bear standing upright, even if he didn't even show his face, but his whole body exuded a fierce aura, as if a bloodthirsty beast would choose to devour people at any time!

He happened to be standing against the wind, and the night wind swept from his side in the direction of instinct and Yuantong, and instinct was fine, but Yuantong and Yuanfang were pale, and their blood was churning, and they almost vomited.

Even if you eat, you don't have such a stinky! Yuantong and Yuanfang are simply complaining about their powerlessness, which is an indescribable "mixed fragrance", which is not at all "color is empty and color" can be resisted.

Looking at the thin back with their back to them like a mountain, Yuantong and Yuanfang they can't help but be in awe, worthy of being one of the four King Kongs of Shaolin Temple, the instinct master, as a model for my generation......

The instinct master folded his hands and his face did not change, his cultivation and mind were fine, but his body was too honest, and he was so smoked by the stench that tears rolled in his eyes: it was so spicy!

The little old man Hu Shizhu looked at him with a smile: "Instinctive monk, do you still remember your grievances with me?" ”

"Grievances?" The master of instinct was stunned for a moment: "Master Hu Shi, you and I haven't seen each other for twenty years, where did the grievances come from?" ”

"Naturally, it's the grudge of twenty years ago!" Hu Shizhu snorted coldly: "Twenty years ago, Lao Tzu's place where the corpse was raised was destroyed by your old bald donkey, do you dare to say that there is no grudge between you and me?" ”

Bald donkey?

Yuantong and Yuanfang all of their faces changed greatly, but the instinct master put his hands together as if he didn't care: "Amitabha, the night wind is cold, thinking about the future is like a dream, and the heart is like a cloud, how can you not meet each other." The grievances of twenty years ago, Lao Wei has long let go, Brother Dao, haven't you let go yet? ”

"Don't come with me!" Hu Shizhu flicked his sleeves: "If it weren't for you being an old bald donkey, Lao Tzu would have refined the [Bronze Armor Corpse] twenty years ago, but you would have let it go, could Lao Tzu let it go?" ”

"Amitabha, Master Hu Shi, refining corpses hurts heaven and harmony, since the old man has encountered it, it is the Buddha who guided the old man to go to the demon to eliminate the demon, how can the old man turn a blind eye?" When the master of instinct said this, he looked at the foul-smelling strong man with tears in his eyes: "Since Master Hu Shi came to find the old man with the intention of revenge twenty years later, could it be that the bronze armor corpse has been refined?" ”

"Hmph, old bald donkey, you're right!" Hu Shizhu sneered and snapped his fingers.

The foul-smelling strong man who had not moved suddenly shook his body, and the black cloak on his body exploded with a "tearing" sound!

The sky was full of wisps of rags flying, and the stinking strong man had already revealed his true face of Lushan, and it was a bronze armored corpse wearing tattered armor and skin like bronze!

He opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes glowing with a blinding red light, and he was gasping for breath with his big mouth full of fangs.

The deep voice of the bronze armored corpse was like an old bellows, and the foul smell that was spit out was disgusting for a while.

Under the bright moonlight, his body was actually shrouded in a faint circle of black smoke, full of evil, violent, and manic aura.

I'm an Amitabha! Yuantong and Yuanfang couldn't help but gasp, they had all heard of the terrifying existence of the bronze armored corpse, but it was the first time they had seen it with their own eyes, even they were frightened.