His eyes stared at the remnant picture in his hand without blinking, Tang Bohu maintained a surprised expression on his face, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

At this time, the white-haired old man in the shop had finally finished his work, but he still didn't look up, and the old man's voice echoed in the room.

"You're going to buy a map of the Iron Tower Desert, right?"

Listening to the old man's inquiry, Tang Bohu turned around and slowly walked to the counter.

He smiled and nodded, and said politely, "Sir, can you give me the most accurate and detailed map of the desert?"

"It's on the counter, take your pick. The old man didn't deliberately get up and introduce, but just said lightly, which looked extremely different from a businessman.

Looking at the old man's peculiar attitude, Tang Bohu was a little stunned, but now that he had a request from others, he only nodded helplessly.

I randomly picked out a map from the counter, which looked quite detailed, and then carefully spread out the quaint map fragment on the palm of my hand, and asked softly: "Old man, I don't know if you still have this kind of map fragment here?"

Listening to Tang Bohu's question, the old man, who was concentrating on drawing the map, trembled imperceptibly.

The carefully drawn route was slightly offset, and with a slight frown, the old man finally raised his head slowly.

His eyes swept over the broken map in Tang Bohu's hand, but there was an inexplicable meaning in his cloudy old eyes.

Looking at the old face that was raised, Tang Bohu couldn't help but be slightly stunned, this face had a terrifying scar from the left cheek to the corner of the eye.

Although the old man's eyes were quite peaceful, this scar still added a faint ferocity to him.

"You...... Have you seen a fragment of this kind of picture before?" his eyes swept over Tang Bohu's body, the robe that represented the identity of the refiner, and the old man's voice was slightly surprised.

Hearing this, Tang Bohu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he shook his head with a smile and said: "I once saw this kind of map fragment in an auction house, and I competed casually at that time, but in the end, because the other party's bid was too high, I gave up." ”

"Today, when I suddenly saw this fragment of the map at the old gentleman's place, it seemed to be somewhat similar to what I had encountered before, so I wanted to ask. ”

The "Holy Light Demon Fire" is not an ordinary thing, this kind of demonic flame that ranks third on the spiritual fire list can make any hermit who has no quarrel with the world greedy.

So Tang Bohu will not be stupid, and directly explain that he has a residual picture.

His gaze swept over Tang Bohu's face, and the old man seemed to believe his words, and said lightly: "No, this is just what I got by accident, according to my years of experience in mapping, this seems to be just a fragment of a map." ”

"Can the old gentleman tell me where you got it?" Tang Bohu frowned slightly and continued to ask.

"Dig in the desert. The old man's flat tone did not have the slightest ripple.

In response to the old man's extremely irresponsible answer, Tang Bohu smiled bitterly, holding the mutilated picture in his hand and said, "Old man, can you sell me this picture?" I am willing to pay a high price. ”

"Not for sale. The old man lowered his head slowly, and once again focused his attention on the unfinished map, his tone flat, but there was an unquestioning attitude.

Seeing that he was rejected, Tang Bohu was stunned, and his eyes gradually narrowed.

In any case, this map fragment is inevitable for him, not to mention that the other party is just an old man who seems to be helpless, even if he is really replaced by a strong man, he must find a way to get it in his hands.

After all, the attraction of the "Holy Light Demon Fire" to him is too great, maybe in the future, if he wants to "Spirit Decision" to evolve into a Holy Rank Exercise, this Holy Light Demon Fire, which ranks third on the Spiritual Fire List, will play a vital role.

Just when Tang Bohu's heart was tumbling with thoughts, he suddenly remembered Xuan Lao's faint voice in his heart: "Be careful, this old guy is not an ordinary person." ”

Hearing this, Tang Bohu's heart froze, and he hurriedly said in his heart: "Teacher, is this old man eccentric?"

"Well, under my detection, this old guy's true strength should be at the level of the Spirit Emperor Realm, but he seems to have been suppressed by some strange power, and the strength in his body is only about the strength of the Spirit Illusion Realm now, but even so, it is easy to kill you. Xuan Lao said with interest.

"Spirit Emperor Realm?" his heart was shocked, and Tang Bohu lost his voice in his heart: "How is it possible? Among the ten powerhouses of this Immortal Spirit Empire, only three of them are Spirit Emperor Realm powerhouses, where did this person come from?"

"How do I know, but the strong people you mentioned are only on the surface, the Fairy Spirit Empire is also a big empire, there are always a lot of strong people who don't like to show up like that, and some strong people are even more withdrawn and eccentric, and it is not strange to go to the edge of this desert to sell maps?" Xuan Lao said casually.

Tang Bohu was speechless, and after a while, he smiled bitterly in his heart: "But why did you want me to meet me?"

"Maybe you're lucky. Xuan Lao smiled a little gloatingly.

"Little one, don't mess with my map idea, I'm not afraid of money, take your things and go, besides, don't have any thoughts of robbing, it won't do you any good. ”

The old man waved his hand and said lightly, he didn't seem to be afraid that Tang Bohu would run away with the fragments in his hand.

Slowly exhaling, Tang Bohu shook his head helplessly and said, "Indeed, in front of a powerhouse who may have been at the level of the Spirit Emperor Realm, it is really impossible for me to rob it. ”

The ink pen that moved slowly in his hand suddenly touched, and with a crisp sound, it snapped off.

The old man stared at the black stain on the map, which had been painted with a large patch of ink, and looked up after a while.

Staring at Tang Bohu, a faint chill gradually lingered in his cloudy pupils.

"Who the hell are you?"

The old man's palm tapped somewhere on the table, and the open door closed with a bang.

The old man stared at Tang Bohu fiercely, and a cold and domineering momentum spread from the old man's body.

Just when the cold momentum was oppressing Tang Bohu, Xuan Lao's soul power wrapped Tang Bohu in, allowing him to free himself from the oppression of the other party's momentum.

Fearless of the oppression of the old man's breath, Tang Bohu stared at the old man tightly, he wanted to see what the old man would do next, no matter what kind of oppression, Tang Bohu would follow.