Hearing this, Master Du was slightly stunned, and his expression was slightly surprised.

Originally, I thought that I would have to waste some more tongues.

I never thought about it......

Ye Qingtang agreed like this.

"Okay, Brother Ye Chen is really a happy person." After getting Ye Qingtang's consent, Master Du smiled, looking slightly excited.

He had been planning a trip to the dragon vein for more than ten years, and now, he was finally able to make it happen......

"But we'll have to plan a little." Master Du pondered for a moment and said with a cautious expression.

In this regard, Ye Qingtang is not in a hurry.

In the past two days, Ye Qingtang stayed in the Fusheng Forge to discuss the details with Master Du.

However, Ye Qingtang found that at some point, the little white tiger disappeared from the floating forge, and after looking for a long time, there was no trace of the little white tiger, but he was left with a pair of fierce eyes every day.

What's going on these days?!

……

At the same time, north of the mainland.

In an out-of-the-world valley, the roars of demon beasts come and go.

"Knock on the mother, get out of the way of Lao Tzu, and then call to pick off your skin!" The little white tiger shouted angrily.

As the little white tiger roared, there was no sound in the valley.

"Knock on the mother, only now ......"

At this moment, the little white tiger muttered in his mouth and walked quickly towards the valley ahead.

Thousands of meters away, next to the spring stream, there is a thatched house.

An old man with a white beard, holding a fishing rod, was sitting by the spring stream fishing.

"Knock on the mother...... Grandson, grandpa is here! The little white tiger looked at the white-haired old man fishing by the spring stream and shouted.

"Shh......h Don't be noisy. The white-bearded old man looked at the little white tiger and immediately shook his head, telling the little white tiger to be quieter.

As soon as the words fell, the white-bearded old man's wrist flipped, and he immediately lifted the fishing rod, and from the spring stream, he fished out a fish with a pattern all over his body.

With a smile on his face, the white-bearded old man took the fish out of the fishing rod and handed it to the little white tiger: "Long time no see, meet the gift." ”

"Knock on the mother...... Gift? The little white tiger stared at the patterned fish that was still jumping under his feet: "You...... Are you serious? ”

"What, don't like it?" The white-bearded old man smiled softly: "The name of this fish is the condensation and transformation of Zhou Tian's power, and it is the condensation of some kind of energy body. ”

Hearing the words of the white-bearded old man, the little white tiger was stunned for a moment, and immediately stopped saying more, and swallowed the patterned fish in his mouth.

"Knock on the mother, what are you doing so politely...... We are all so familiar, and we give such valuable gifts...... "After the little white tiger swallowed the patterned fish, he could obviously feel the energy in his body, which rose sharply, which was the cost of his life.

The white-bearded old man didn't say much, got up and put away the fishing rod.

"Knock on the mother...... Lao Tzu is strange, whether you are human or not. The little white tiger looked at the white-bearded old man curiously.

"Why do you say that?" The white-bearded old man sat down again and asked with a smile.

"I've never seen anyone live you that long......" the little white tiger muttered.

Not long after it was born, he had known this white-bearded old man, and thousands of years had passed, and this white-bearded old man was not dead.

"Living more and living less doesn't mean anything...... But what I told you has come true. The white-bearded old man looked at the little white tiger meaningfully.

Immediately, the little white tiger's expression was slightly solemn: "Your words have indeed come true...... The woman ......"

"Your father, your mother...... Your clan can only rely on her if you want to be rescued, but one after another, your help is indispensable for one killing after another. The white-bearded old man laughed.