In the wind and sand flying in the sky, the two continued to move forward without saying a word, and soon, a small inn appeared in sight, Yeyang looked at this familiar place, and said in surprise: "The altar master is here? Could it be that the altar master of the Pure World Killing Altar is the old shopkeeper here?"

"That's true, the old altar owner likes to be quiet, and all kinds of things in the altar are generally in charge of me, and his old man spends time in this place on weekdays, and he rarely goes out on tasks. Zhang Ling replied.

Outside the dilapidated thatched house, the gate has been broken, and an old man in a black robe is sitting on the threshold, carefully wiping the broken knife in his hand, just listening to the footsteps of walking, he didn't raise his head, he knew who was coming, and the old man said hoarsely: "Zhang Ling, what are you kid doing here, could it be that there is nothing to do in the altar?"

"I took the liberty to disturb the altar master's Qing Xiu, and the distant mountains were really helpless, and there was a big event in the pure altar, and the altar owner needed to come forward to make a decision in person. Zhang Ling clasped his fists and saluted, respectfully and authentically.

"What can't you handle by yourself, and do you need me to do it?" Jing Fanchen replied without raising his head, and continued to wipe the broken knife in his hand, Zhang Ling did not speak, but looked at Yeyang on the side.

Yeyang hugged his fists and saluted, stepped forward again, sat down on the threshold, and said with a chuckle: "Actually, I wanted to find the old gentleman, so I asked Zhang Ling to bring me over, I have met with my predecessors before, do you remember the arrangement of your old man?"

"Oh? It turned out to be you, remember, you and another kid, last time you broke my wall, and slipped away without paying compensation, and finally earned the ingot gold, and all of it was used to mend the wall, which made me happy in vain, but I remember it very clearly?" Jing Fanchen still didn't look up, but he recognized Yeyang.

"We just met, and our seniors didn't even look at me, but they still recognized me, which is really beyond people's reach. Yeyang wondered.

"Don't forget, listen to sound and distinguish things, this is just a basic skill as a killer, it's not a great ability, but you, you can get out of the Soul Devouring Swamp alive, and you can also get a good forbidden place, this is the real ability. ”

"The old-timers are not simple, they can practice the art of camouflage perfectly, and even the breath is suppressed to such a point, the younger generations were clumsy before, and they really thought you were an ordinary old man. ”

"Lao Yu was originally an ordinary old man, most of his body has been buried in the loess, and all he knows is some side roads, and he can't put anything on the table. ”

"Then the wind and cold wave in the Gobi can't be faked, right?"

"Forget it, I've lived most of my life, although I like to hide in the dark, but I'm also straight, I'm not used to beating around the bush, you can just say anything about it, and the polite words of whiskers and horses will be all waived!"

"The old gentleman is refreshing, the juniors are here because they have two things to tell. ”

"What two things?"

"The first thing is, I found that the Protoss in your Pure Altar is not very well-behaved, and there are some small actions between the major forces of the Protoss, and I don't seem to listen to you very much, considering that the seniors can't pull down the subordinates to solve it personally, so I will take it upon myself to help you clean up the portal. ”

"What a big guts!" Jing Fanchen finally stopped in his hand, raised his head, stared at the night sun with an old but sharp gaze, and snorted coldly, the wind and sand swept in, and the cold wind suddenly rose, chilling and biting.

"Those who are not bold are often because their ability is too small, and when they have great ability, their courage will become bigger. Yeyang replied lightly.

"Listen to your tone, you're the kind of person who has a lot of ability?"

"I'm not too skilled, but I'm not too bold. ”

"Good, good, very good!" Jing Fanchen received three good words in succession, anger surged into his heart, but he did not attack immediately, and then asked, "What is the second thing you want to say?"

"This second thing, in fact, is just to ask the seniors for something. ”

"What's that?"

"Pure World Killing Altar!"

"Haha...... What did you just say? The old man is old, and his ears are a little back, can you say it again?" Jing Fanchen smiled instead of being angry, and looked at the night sun quietly, but the cold wind around him became colder and colder, and even Zhang Ling was shivering from the cold.

"Although the seniors are old, they can still hear these words clearly, right? Some words only need to be said once, and when you say them a second time, they may sound a little uncomfortable. ”

Jing Fanchen's face gradually became cold, as if covered with a thin layer of ice, and his tone became slightly cold: "Young man, don't say too much, it's too rigid and easy to break, people are valuable to have self-knowledge, there are some things that you can't covet." ”

"Senior, you should be a few hundred years old, right?" Yeyang was still so humble and not arrogant, he couldn't see the slightest wave on his face, changed the topic, and asked.

"Six hundred years old, although old, there are still hundreds of years to live. ”

"Chongmai Realm has a lifespan of a thousand years, but it doesn't mean that you will definitely be able to live to a thousand years old, six hundred years old is not small, plus you have suffered a lot of injuries, it is difficult to say whether you can survive a hundred years. ”

"What! Who did you say was injured, the old man is alive and well, and there is no problem at all!" Yeyang's words were like a deadly poisonous needle, stabbing the vital point, Jing Fanchen was like someone stepping on his tail, his face suddenly changed, he shouted angrily, the cold wind was bone-chilling, and even the hand holding the broken knife trembled slightly.

Zhang Ling's face also changed greatly, staring at Yeyang in disbelief, his face was full of surprise, only he knew about Jing Fanchen's injury more than three hundred years ago, even the other two lords were kept in the dark, how did Yeyang know?

Yeyang disagreed, raised his finger to Jing Fanchen, who had a gloomy face, and said indifferently: "You, Jing Fanchen, the master of the Pure Altar, you are injured, your leg is injured, or poison, fire poison, you have been suffering from this poisonous injury for hundreds of years, and the injury not only caused your strength to decline, you can only stay in this bitter cold place, but also let your realm decline, and you can never enter the high level of the Chong Pulse Realm, am I right?"

"Who the hell are you, how do you know this?" Jing Fanchen stared at the night sun, his eyes were sharp and cold, his right hand was tightly holding the broken knife, the invisible edge bloomed, and the light on the knife flickered, the blacker the blacker, the whiter the whiter.

"It doesn't matter who I am, I will never be an enemy, but I am not a friend for the time being, I just happen to know some medical skills, and I happen to guess the nonsense correctly, whether you believe it or not, anyway, that's the truth, I just believe it myself. Yeyang spread his hands with a nonchalant face.

"What do you want?" Jing Fanchen spoke, his face cold and calm, and he couldn't see joy or sorrow.

But Zhang Ling was full of excitement, and hurriedly said: "Since the night boy can see the evil disease of the altar master, I don't know if it can be treated?"

"This little problem, naturally, is not a problem, it is easy to come, as long as I want to save, I can cure it at any time, but this is none of my business, why should I save an irrelevant person?"

The old man also looked for the white old man of the demon clan hundreds of years ago, and even his medical skills were powerless, you said that you can cure it, this bragging kung fu is really unmatched. Jing Fanchen sneered.

"He can't be cured because of his incompetence, this doesn't affect my medical skills, tell you not to provoke me, the agitation method is useless to me, you better save it!" Yeyang also replied with a smile, after speaking, the two looked at each other, stared at each other,-for-tat, and no one let anyone.

Zhang Ling smiled bitterly, so he had to persuade him: "Altar master, you have a leg injury that has delayed you for hundreds of years, you can't go untreated, Ye Gongzi must really be able to heal, and Gongzi, you seem to really want to take over the Pure World Killing Altar, it's better to take a step back......"

"Don't think, just like him, if the Pure Altar I worked so hard for falls into his hands, I don't know what kind of ghost he will become?" Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jing Fanchen forcefully.

"It's ridiculous, I'm embarrassed to say that I've worked hard for half a lifetime, it's not so weak, it's not that I've been defeated in just two hours, if it weren't for my mercy, whether there is a clean altar or not now is two different things, even you, the altar master, are just a half-crippled old cripple!"

"Who are you talking about, tell me again, milky hairy boy, do you think I really can't take care of you? Even if the old man doesn't use this leg, he can beat you all over the ground looking for teeth! Do you want to give it a try, if you can get out of here alive today, the pure altar is yours!"

"Forget it, what can you do as a crippled and old old man, fighting with you is equivalent to fighting with half a person, it's better to bully and bully children, I can't afford to lose this person. ”

"Self-righteous, like you, the previous ten were not my opponents!"

"Do you know that it was before, can you do it now? I can't even beat it!"

Yeyang and Jing Fanchen became more and more noisy, and the old men became shrews scolding the street, and in the end, Jing Fanchen was still blocked by Yeyang's words, and he still didn't say a word for a long time.

His eyes quickly dimmed, even the broken knife in his hand was a little gray, he lowered his head again, and wiped the blade vigorously, yes, this time is different from the past, he is already old!

Zhang Ling didn't know what to say, Yeyang also fell silent, walked into the thatched house without saying a word, found a wooden table at random, sat on a stool and slapped the table hard.

Jing Fanchen and Zhang Ling raised their heads suspiciously, only to see Yeyang say lightly: "What do you see, if you want to heal your injuries, hurry up, you really want to fight in a while, don't blame me for taking advantage of you!"

Hearing this, Zhang Ling was overjoyed, and his elegant face also showed excitement, he was an orphan, and it was Jing Fanchen who raised him and taught him martial arts and cultivation.

Although he did not recognize him as a righteous son or apprentice, in Zhang Ling's heart, he had already regarded Jing Fanchen as his biological father, and now that the evil disease that had plagued Jing Fanchen for hundreds of years finally had a chance to be treated, Zhang Ling was naturally full of joy.

"Pretending, if you don't demolish you, you really think you are amazing!" Although Jing Fanchen shouted, he also got up and sat opposite Yeyang, holding the broken knife in one hand and putting the other hand on the table......