This peachwood sword was straight and straight on the ground less than ten meters away from Zhang Fan's front. Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, he was silent for a while, and decided to go up and have a look.

After a while, Zhang Fan came to the place where the peachwood sword was inserted. The surface of this peachwood sword was covered with blood stains from jet-black hair, and half of the peachwood sword body was inserted into the ground at an unknown distance, only a small part was exposed.

Zhang Fan raised his right hand, grasped the hilt of the peachwood sword, and then pulled it out hard. As soon as he pulled it out, the brownish peachwood sword immediately trembled a few times, and then in the next moment, it was easily pulled out.

After pulling it out, Zhang Fan was directly dumbfounded. Because he found that this peachwood sword was only half of it, and the other half, depending on the situation, seemed to be broken in the ground and could not be taken out.

"What's going on?"

"The quality is too bad!" Zhang Fan crooked his mouth and said with a complaining face. But at the same time as he finished saying this, the originally empty and silent tomb suddenly blew a cold wind.

Blown by this yin wind, Zhang Fan couldn't help but shiver.

"Could it be that there are some ghosts in ambush here?" Zhang Fan thought of the terrible danger he had encountered outside before, and his heart instantly became nervous.

Now that the Black Leather Manual is no longer usable, and the Ghost Owl in the Ghost Frame cannot be summoned, he has no way to resist once he encounters an unknown ghost attack.

At the moment, his only hole card is the Joker's red balloon. Moreover, the Joker's red balloon is not so easy to use, and when using it, it basically depends on luck to extract the right supernatural ability.

Zhang Fan put the clown's red balloon to his mouth and puffed it, as long as a terrible ghost appeared, he would not hesitate to bite it.

"Ahem....... Cough...... Ahem! Suddenly, an old cough sounded in Zhang Fan's ears.

This voice seems to contain endless vicissitudes, revealing a piercing coldness. The moment Zhang Fan heard this cough, his pupils contracted suddenly, and his palms couldn't help but overflow with sweat.

"Sure enough, there's a ghost hiding here!" The nervousness in Zhang Fan's heart reached the extreme, and he was about to bite the clown red balloon that was blown.

"What are you doing in your later life, holding the old man's peachwood sword!" After the cough, a lazy old voice rang out.

The old voice sounded like that of an old man.

"Huh?" Hearing this, Zhang Fan looked stunned.

"What are you doing in a daze, what the old man said is your future life!" The old man's voice rang out again.

"A goblin you can communicate with?" Zhang Fan asked subconsciously.

"Who do you say? You melon baby! was said to be a ghost by Zhang Fan, and there was obviously a trace of displeasure in the old man's voice.

"Who are you?" Zhang Fan took the clown's red balloon from his mouth, held it in his hand, and asked in a low voice.

"Do you mean old man? The old man is called the old fairy, of course, you can also call the old man an old fairy!! In the air, the old man's voice sounded again, explaining to Zhang Fan.

"Old Immortal?!" Zhang Fan muttered softly.

"Oh yes! It's just me!! The old man, who called himself Sai Lao Immortal, hurriedly said.

"Where are you? How can I not see you? When Zhang Fan heard this, a strange meaning appeared on his face.

This person called Sai Lao Xian is really thick-skinned enough, how can he call himself an old fairy when he comes up.

"I'm in the back!" Sai Lao Xian's fluttering voice sounded again. After hearing this, Zhang Fan quickly turned around and looked behind him.

When he looked at it, he really saw an old man in a black robe with his hands behind his back and looking at him with an obscene expression.

This old man has a childish face, full of energy, his beard is snow-white, and when he reaches his chest, he looks like a fairy-like feeling, but that is, looking at Zhang Fan's gaze, there is an incomparably obscene charm.

"You...... Are you a living person or a ghost? Zhang Fan was taken aback by the black-robed old man who suddenly appeared, and hurriedly asked.

"What do you think?" The black-robed old man asked with a smile.

"I feel like you're a ghost!"

"This bird doesn't, and it's strange that there are living people in the catacombs full of dangers!" Zhang Fan said it almost without thinking about it.

When Zhang Fan said this, the old man in the black robe was slightly stunned, but soon he laughed out loud and said with an appreciative face: "Ouch, you look stupid on the surface, but your brain is quite bright!" ”`

"The old man has indeed been dead for a long time now."

"For such a long time, you are the first living person the old man has ever seen!"

"Seeing that you are destined today, if you kneel down and kowtow to the old man a few times, maybe the old man will make an exception to accept you as an apprentice and teach you the supreme Taoism of Maoshan Mountain!!" After hearing this, Zhang Fan couldn't help pursing his lips and said with a suspicious expression: "Who do you think you are?" Let's not brag, okay? ”

"Hey, you are a descendant, how can you be so ignorant, think back then, how many people wanted to kneel and kowtow, begging the old man to be their master, the old man I didn't agree, today I made an exception and wanted to accept you as an apprentice, it is a blessing that you have cultivated in eight lifetimes, you don't know how grateful Dade, and you dare to question the old man, it's really arrogant! What a guts! After hearing Zhang Fan's disdainful words, displeasure suddenly appeared on his face, and he shouted in a low voice.

"Gotta get it, I'm too lazy to bother with you, I still have something to do, so I'll say goodbye to you!" Zhang Fan saw that this Sai Lao Immortal was a little nervous, he hurriedly waved his hand, and he lost the mood to continue talking to Sai Lao Xian, and began to look for a new way out in the tomb.

"You descendant, don't go, accompany the old man to chatter again!" When Sai Laoxian saw Zhang Fan walking into the distance, he was anxious, hurriedly fluttered his body, and quickly caught up with Zhang Fan.

"I'm not free, Uncle Ben, I don't have time to take care of you now!" Zhang Fan said without looking back.

"Tell me why you, in your descendant, said such vulgar words!" Sai Laoxian followed closely behind Zhang Fan's ass, like a chatterbox.

"How about you look at this, as long as you accompany me to chatter, I'll help you find it together?" Sai Laoxian no longer has the appearance of being a master just now, he put his posture very low, and said with a smiling face.

"Oh? Do you know what I'm looking for? Zhang Fan heard this and asked rhetorically.

"I don't know!" Sai Laoxian said with a serious face.

"That's terrible, you don't know what I'm looking for, why do you say you want to help me find it!" Zhang Fan glanced at Sai Laoxian and said.

"Then you talk about it, if you don't say it, how can I help you find it!" Sai Laoxian looked like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, and said with a smile.

"I'm going to find a way out of here!" Zhang Fan pondered a little and said.

"A way out? Isn't there a gate over there? Where can you get out of there? After hearing this, Sai Laoxian pointed to the bronze door behind him, where Zhang Fan came in, and said.