This Ning Caizi seems to be someone he can't climb?

It is said that the method of making this thousand flutes is extremely difficult, and no one has been able to make it so far.

This Ning Caizi actually made it?

Zhu An'an stammered again at this time, "Could it be that you are the maker of this thousand flutes?" ”

Before Ning Caizi could answer, the little madman hurriedly replied, "Impossible, the maker of the Thousand Flutes has already left." ”

The old madman paused, "Aren't these all rumors?" Is it hard or is it true? ”

"That's not it, someone saw it with their own eyes."

The little madman said very seriously.

The old madman shook his head and looked at the little madman, "What you see is wrong, there are too many rumors about this thousand flutes, you can't just think that what you say is true." ”

Ning Caizi couldn't cry or laugh on the side, "Let me say something, I am the maker of the Thousand Sound Flute, so I will be the Thousand Sound Flute." ”

The old madman coughed, and then his eyes were surprised, "I didn't expect it to be really you, what is the situation with the rumored remark that the person who made the thousand flutes died?" ”

Zhu An'an also said in horror, "This world is too malicious, it can curse people to death, and this remark is too bad." ”

"Yes," Zhu Ahuan patted Zhu An'an on the shoulder, "It's too good not to look at anything, you have to look at it." ”

Zhu An'an nodded, thoughtful, "I understand." ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, please come to me, there is tea and snacks here, and our master invites you to come."

At this time, an immortal appeared, with a smile on the corners of his mouth and eyebrows.

He was wearing a fairy robe all over his body, and he took it out of his hand to whisk the dust, obviously not a good person.

"Are you invited by the Immortal Venerable?"

Feng Yunche became vigilant, then looked at the others, signaling everyone around him to follow suit.

Sensing the information of the people around them, the others also stood up and looked at the old man who appeared.

One old man is not enough, and there is another old man.

"Not really, but someone who is a friend of the Immortal Venerable."

The old man grinned and looked at everyone, but there was a faint thunder and lightning in his hand.

Zhu Ahuan and the others all smelled the smell of fire, and when they looked down, the ground was full of scorched grass.

Zhu Ahuan frowned.

It is conceivable that the person in front of them is threatening them.

It's really ridiculous, their group of people can't beat the Immortal Old Venerable and the Immortal Old Venerable's friends?

I could respect this immortal old venerable before, but this immortal old venerable didn't respect them at all, so I didn't let them respect this.

Zhu Ahuan thought very clearly.

And Zhu An'an and Zhu Ayan think the same.

Everyone is human, and they only respect this immortal for the sake of the elders.

As a result, this immortal old venerable was good, and he found someone to teach them a lesson.

It's obvious that he did the evil thing himself, but he actually wanted to do it to them.

This kind of person can't get used to it.

Looking at the old man in front of him, the old madman choked, "What if we don't go today?" How? Just the electric grass thought we would be afraid? ”

The little madman touched his nose and followed suit, with a slight mockery at the corner of his mouth, "The people in my black prison are not afraid of heaven and earth, and they are still afraid that you will not succeed as an old thing?" ”

"It's just a black prison kid, do you really think you're very powerful?"

The old man snorted through his nose, clearly displeased.

The little madman is not easy to mess with, he mustered up his morale in public and looked at the old man in front of him with contempt.

"If you continue to treat me like this, I won't let you eat and walk around!"

The old man laughed out loud instead, "It's really funny, I'm a thousand-year-old ancestor in this world, do you think you're very powerful?" Don't be presumptuous. ”

These words made the little madman angry half to death, and the little madman stared, rushed straight up, waved his fist, and planned to punch the old man in front of him.

Although the old man looked over half a hundred years old, his body was very agile and he dodged to the side.

After dodging, the old man turned to five fingers and struck at the little madman.

A golden five fingers headed towards the little madman.

The little madman didn't expect this old man to make this move, and his whole body emitted purple light to block it.

The old man stepped forward and pushed the little madman over.

The little madman didn't expect this old man to have a trick, and his body went towards the golden light in front of him for a while.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the old madman hurriedly stepped forward, intending to help the little madman block the attack.

As a result, he was stopped by Jiang Ming, who saw that the place where the golden light shone would burn, and his hand attracted the flow of water not far away.

The water rushed towards the golden light, and it was extinguished.

The old man didn't expect his spell to be broken, his face suddenly turned blue and white, and golden light was released from his hand again.

This time, the golden light would drown people, but Jiang Ming snapped his fingers and directly froze the golden light in front of him into ice cubes.

The old man took another breath, and finally conjured up a huge youkai.

The monster roared at Jiang Ming and the others, and violent blood spurted out of its mouth.

Zhu Ahuan was disgusted and almost vomited.

The others also felt uncomfortable and made it look like they were going to come out.

The old man was so proud that he didn't pay attention to everyone at all, and then planned to sneak attack.

Jiang Ming was impatient, he still had some worries, thinking that this old man might make some big moves.

Now he felt that if he continued to indulge the old man, they would all be disgusted.

Thinking of this, a huge light appeared in his hand, directly surrounding the old man.

The old man only felt as if he had been wrapped in something, and began to pound the barrier that enveloped him.

"What have you done to me?"

The old man was half dead with pleasure, but he couldn't struggle at all.

The little madman knew Jiang Ming's spell, and he immediately became proud.

He knew very well that it was impossible for this old man to break away.

It's whimsical to struggle to get away.

Jiang Ming didn't answer, just looked at the old man in front of him, and ran around casually.

The old man struggled hard, and when he found that Jiang Ming didn't speak, he was immediately half angry, but he didn't know what to do, and he suddenly became irritable.

"Hey, hey, hurry up and sort me out, what are you doing?"

The old man was completely impatient, and kept releasing spiritual power in his hands, but these spiritual powers were radiated around, but the old man was counterattacked.

The old man suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. It wasn't long before the rest of the blood in his mouth began to spit out.

The blood was so big that he was about to fall.

The little madman looked extremely hard, and shouted in his heart.