It was a thin old man, with a cane, white hair, white eyebrows and white beard, wrapped in a set of white robes, walking staggeringly, and seemed to be weak and impervious to the wind.

But when people from all over saw him, they saluted one after another, respectfully calling him a "saint".

Ji Yan gasped and muttered, "Sage, Sage Qiu...... Unexpectedly...... I can't believe he's still alive......"

He had heard a rumor that a peerless genius appeared in Qiu Mansion a hundred years ago, dominating one side, and that rare xenomorph three-tailed jade fox was his war beast.

has been dominating the world for decades, and was later revered as a saint by Qiu Fu, but isn't this Qiu Fu saint already dead decades ago?

How did he survive to this point? Isn't he more than 100 years old?

Ji Yan and Xue Yue had both heard the legend about the Qiu Saint, and they glanced at each other, both of them with shocked faces.

The sage of Qiu with a cane, his face wrinkled like tree bark, he was already as old as a gust of wind that could be blown down.

Mo Xuan just looked at him coldly.

This Qiu Sage is obviously the mastermind behind this scene.

Finally, Sage Qiu walked ten meters away from Mo Xuan and stopped panting.

"Old...... It's useless, it's just a little bit of a road...... I'm too tired to do it......"

Soon after, two young maids of the first rank brought rattan chairs.

The Qiu saint was supported by two pretty maids and sat in the wicker chair.

Leaning back on the rattan chair, he let out a long and comfortable breath, holding his cane, squinting his eyes, and opening his mouth that was holding in, and the teeth in it were almost gone.

"Young people...... You're good...... Listen to what the juniors have to say...... You can channel with ancestral artifacts...... The ancestral artifacts of each province can be used......"

He spoke intermittently, and every time he spoke, he had to pause and catch his breath, which made people wonder if he would suddenly lose his breath in the middle of his words and suffocate to death.

"It took me almost a hundred years...... In order to be able to communicate with the ancestral weapon of Qiu Mansion, how old are you? But you can ...... Psychic with ancestral artifacts from various provinces...... How are you ...... ...... done"

"Tell me...... Well said...... There are ...... rewards"

The Qiu Sage grinned, and finally let out a laugh, but the laughter was hoarse and very ugly.

Mo Xuan waited for him to finish before he said lightly: "Old thing, you are almost alive, it's time to return to the west, I'll give you a ride." ”

With the extension of his right hand, the ancient sword in mid-air violently vibrated violently, and he actually suppressed the wolf pen in turn.

"Bold, dare to speak insults to saints?"

The people in the surrounding Qiu Mansion were furious, and several people immediately rushed out.

The face of the sage Qiu sitting on the rattan chair sank, the older he gets, the more he wants to live, and the more he can't listen to others cursing him, Mo Xuan's words are like arrows, which makes him angry.

"Take this little imp...... Don't hurt him...... I'm going to study him well......"

With the order of the Qiu Saint, the major elders shot together.

Ji Yan shouted angrily, entered the state of battle, and prepared to make a move.

Almost at the same moment, the ancient sword flashed and fell back from mid-air, killing into this group of elders and slaughtering them on a large scale.

There was a hint of anger in the eyes of the Qiu Sage on the rattan chair, he couldn't imagine that the ancient sword was fighting with the wolf pen under his control, but now he could be recalled by Mo Xuan to torture and kill the Qiu Mansion elder, he was very embarrassed, and he was busy summoning the wolf pen to block the ancient sword again.

Suddenly, he sensed that something was wrong, the wolf pen vibrated in mid-air, and he couldn't even move.

"What's going on?" Sage Qiu was taken aback and raised his head.

In an instant, he sensed that the spirit of the ancestral weapon in the wolf's pen was roaring, in pain, as if he had been oppressed by some kind of force.

From the beginning of the appearance of the wolf pen, Mo Xuan has been trying to communicate with the spirit of the ancestral weapon in it.

It's just that the spirit of this ancestral weapon has already recognized the saint Qiu, and it is not easy to surrender the spirit of this ancestral weapon and abandon the lord and surrender to sincerity.

Although the spirit of the ancestral weapon was not easy to rebel, it struggled in mid-air, so that the Qiu Saint could not move for a while.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the ancient sword slaughtered into a group of elders, and with blood, rushed to the Qiu Saint.

Sage Qiu raised the cane in his hand and blocked the ancient sword that rushed in.

The crutches are smashing.

The power of the ancient sword was so terrifying, with a loud bang, the rattan chair that Saint Qiu was sitting on suddenly shattered and exploded.

The ground sank in, and the two pretty maids screamed miserably, and were directly shaken away.

Sage Qiu stood up and stretched out a right hand to block the ancient sword.

"How many years...... Haven't done it again...... Gremlin...... Can force me to do it...... You're a bit of a skill......"

As he spoke, he began to stride forward, the ancient sword constantly roaring, but it couldn't stop him.

In all directions, one after another, the Qiu Mansion elders felt the persecution of an invisible force, and they actually stood unsteadily, and fell backwards in succession.

The terrifying power was released from the body of the Qiu Saint, and the ground flew sand and stones, and Emperor Neng agitated his robe, which swelled like a ball.

Mo Xuan's face finally changed slightly.

The thin body of the Qiu saint was swelling.

The wrinkles on his face, like the bark of a dead tree, were constantly expanding under the support of a force, and the flesh was filling in, and the wrinkles were decreasing and disappearing.

New teeth were growing in his grinning mouth.

"Rejuvenation, reversal of vitality......" Ji Yan gasped, his eyes filled with shock.

Although he had only reached the realm of a fifth-order fighter, as Ji Wuwu's son, his knowledge was extraordinary.

He knew that what Sage Qiu performed was an extremely rare supreme technique, which could reverse vitality, regenerate blood qi, and rejuvenate in a short period of time, which could bring the withered and aging body back to its youthful peak.

This kind of heaven and earth creation method can be called shocking.

I didn't expect this Qiu Saint to practice.

Sage Qiu pushed the ancient sword, and his body was constantly returning to the peak state of his youth, even if it was the power of the ancestral weapon, it could not be stopped.

His body swelled, and with each step, the ground shattered to reveal a large crater.

The ground in this area was shaken by his force.

The dull sound, like a beating drum, beat in the hearts of the people.

Soon, he approached within five meters of Mo Xuan, and his face was completely restored to the youth of his twenties and thirties, his body became majestic and straight, and all the snow-white teeth grew back.

The white hair on his head turned black, and the black hair flew like a snake, and suddenly, he roared and punched the ancient sword.

The ancient sword was smashed into the air and flew upside down, piercing through the eaves of the hall behind it, and the furious Emperor Energy exploded, lifting off all the roofs on one side.

Fragments of rubble flew like bullets, falling to the ground, punching holes the size of fists.

The terrifying power he unleashed completely overwhelmed the ancestral weapon.

Ji Yan and Xue Yue were shocked, unable to withstand the oppression of this terrifying force, and retreated one after another.

Sage Qiu stepped out again, approached Mo Xuan, and appeared in front of him like a god.

"Little ghost, if you can force this saint to show this posture, you should be proud even if you die. He stretched out his huge palm and grabbed Mo Xuan's head.