On a hill in the south, at the end of the winding mountain road, a Taoist temple is built on the mountain, a diligent Taoist boy swept the fallen leaves in front of the Taoist temples, he swept all morning, the birds next to him also called all morning, the little Taoist boy got angry, picked up a stone and threw it over, shouting: "Go go, call away!"

A figure came in the distance, Daotong put down the broom in his hand, blocked the middle of the road, he said: "Xianyunguan is a pure place, stay quickly, stay quickly!"

This sentence is an eviction order, it stands to reason that this person should go down the mountain in a gray manner, but what do you look at this person? A little dead-skinned, his footsteps bypassed the little Taoist boy, and the words of the Taoist boy were also taken as a deaf ear, while admiring the maple leaves on the mountain, he asked: "Child, is the old man in the mountain here?"

The man's hand shook in front of Xiao Daotong's eyes, and Daotong was a little dizzy, shook a few times, and muttered: "The withered old in the mountains is in the idle cloud view, and the dry old in the mountains is in the idle cloud view", and then as if drunk, he stumbled along the winding mountain road to the bottom of the mountain.

Ying Long looked at Xianyunguan, he was going to see the old man in the mountains, he didn't say anything to anyone this time, he came alone, he was a little unsure, this old man in the mountains would have anything to do with Han Qi.

The Taoist temple is very clean, the corner of the wall is the ashes that have burned the maple leaves, the ashes fly up at the moment of opening the door, there are very few houses in the Taoist hall, one side of the main house, several side houses, there is a tree in the courtyard, Ying Long bowed down and bowed, shouting:

"Is the old man in the mountains here?"

There was a mellow sound in the main house: "It's only been a few months in the mountains, and it's been a thousand years in the world, I can't imagine that I am hiding in this deep mountain Taoist temple, and there will be old people to visit!"

Ying Long: "How can I be blessed to climb the friendship of the withered old, but this way the maple leaves are like fire, and the withered old won't come out for a walk?"

The door opened, and the old man greeted people with a smile, holding a peachwood cane in his hand, and said, "Wow, wow, wow, I'll go with you!"

The two of them walked out of the gym and did not go down the mountain, but walked behind the mountain.

The maple leaves on the mountain fell on the road one by one, the footsteps of the two were very light, and there was no sound or trace of stepping on the leaves, Ying Long's eyes fell on the maple leaves, but his heart was uneasy, he said:

"Liu Fang Bai Gongzi is injured in practice!"

Ying Long's attention was withered and the old man's reaction, did he want to behave, or would he reveal his true feelings?

Ku Lao was a little shocked, he said: "Fang Bai is injured, it must be careless in practice, hey, he is just too anxious and anxious, everything can't be done overnight!"

Ying Long: "It's the practice of "Ten Demon Fire Refinement" that is injured!" This sentence was straight to the point, there was some momentum of beeping, the footsteps of both of them stopped, no one paid attention to anyone, and the smell of gunpowder in the air was very strong.

The old man laughed out loud and admitted happily: "Yes, I taught him!"

Ying Long: "Then you are Han Qi?"

Ku Lao: "Let's call me Ku Lao, no one has called me by this name for a long time, it sounds like he is calling someone else!" His white robe was churning, and the peach wood crutch in his hand poked the ground, and the ground trembled and trembled with this crutch.

Ying Long didn't know how to end it, he was stunned in place, staring blankly at this crane-haired old man, and held back a sentence for a long time: "Brother Luo Hu is looking for you!"

"I know"

"That's—"

"I'm not going!"

This sentence was said categorically, Ying Long pressed the sword and retreated a few steps, his heart was a little uncertain, how much difference was the strength between himself and Han Qi, would he not even have a chance to escape? He secretly scolded himself in his heart, he shouldn't be so reckless, he should always report it to Brother Luo Hu first, let the eldest brother make a decision!

The old man continued to walk away, and he left a sentence: "Why? Knowing that I am Han Zhu, are you afraid? Don't you dare to go with me?"

Ying Long had a feeling that it was difficult to ride a tiger, and he had the courage to shout: "Isn't it just death?"

The two of them walked up again, and when they arrived at the hinterland of Xianyun Mountain, Ku Lao said as he walked: "Very early, when I was still the four demon generals, the roaring god said that the demonic qi of our four demon generals comes from the same source, and there is a possibility of fusion, but no one has ever done it, and no one knows what will happen after the fusion? I don't like this kind of gambling-like fusion, only Luo Hu, an ambitious and desperate person, is willing to do it!"

Ying Long understood, he nodded, and he said, "Maybe—maybe?"

Ku Lao: "Maybe? What if it's impossible? This kind of thing is not certain, if we fuse, we still can't fight Shao Hao and Fu Xi? Why do I have to bet this time? Can't I just be a good old man in the mountains, and I have to wade into this troubled water?"

Ying Long: "Then I'll tell the eldest brother what the old man meant, so that he can dispel this idea!"

The old man smiled, he changed into a middle-aged man in an instant, the demonic energy on his body was spurting, the white robe also turned into tight soft armor, his face looked weak, his fingers were slightly open, and nine golden crows flew out, flying around him, he said: "Boy, why do you tell you that, because you will be a dead man soon, and a dead man is the best at keeping secrets!"

Ying Long pulled out the serrated sword and blocked it in front of his chest, looking desperate, but his heart was empty, the four ancient demon generals were at the level of the fifth old man, he must not be able to run, and he couldn't fight, there would really be only a dead end, he was hesitating, the old man spoke again, he said: "Do you know why I want to teach the son of the Liu family kung fu? I also taught him my housekeeping skill "Ten Demon Fire Refinement", boy, do you know why?"

"I don't know!"

Han Qi looked up at the whirling golden crow, and he asked, "You count these golden crows, how many are there?"

"Nine!"

A hint of melancholy welled up on Hanqi's face, and he said, "Why can't it be ten?"

Ying Long asked blankly, "Why?"

Han Zhu: "You say, if I absorb Liu Yuanwai's lifelong skills, will I reach the realm of 'Ten Branches'?" Think about it, what a good thing, through his son, I absorbed Liu Xiaosheng, but do you know, why I didn't succeed?"

Ying Long asked, "Why?"

Han Zhu thundered into a rage, poked Ying Long with his hand and roared: "Because of you! You think Liu Fangbai's 'Three Cracks' is a madman, wrong, wrong, wrong, he is just a mortal, the 'Three Cracks' is already the limit, and there will inevitably be 'Three Cracks' in strong practice, but what about you? You stopped my black dog, good boy, you deserve to fall into my hands today, and it is not in vain to have this mountain maple leaf as a companion after you die."

He pressed his palms to his chest and shouted:

"Ten Demon Flames—It's Scorching Every Day!"