Rong Fei didn't answer immediately, just stared at the subtle expressions on the old man's face to analyze whether he had the possibility of acting.

Seeing that Rong Fei was silent, a trace of anger flashed on the old man's face, and he grabbed the cane beside him and slashed towards Rong Fei.

An old man who was about to go to the ground, Rong Fei didn't take it seriously, but when the cane slashed in front of him and stopped an inch away from the center of his eyebrows, Rong Fei's heart suddenly froze.

A drop of crimson blood oozed from the center of Rong Fei's eyebrows, slid down the bridge of his nose, paused on the tip of his nose for a moment and then dripped down.

There was clearly no sign of spiritual power fluctuations on the old man's body, and the cane was just made of ordinary wood, so why could he hurt himself in the air.

Although the wound is negligible and only a drop of blood flows, it also shows that the old man's control of proportion and strength has reached a meticulous level.

Looking at the old man's demeanor at this time, his waist is straight and his eyes are solemn, like a peerless master.

Rong Fei couldn't help but feel a little afraid in his heart, although he was a little big just now, but the old man had no intention of hurting people, otherwise this stick would be sturdy and sturdy, and he was afraid that he would be immortal and crippled.

Realizing that the true identity of the old man was not simple, Rong Fei stood up and took out the waist card from the storage jade ring and said.

"In the next arrest of the immortal division to catch the head of Rong Fei, dare to ask the old man's surname?"

"Immortal Division..."

The old man muttered, his eyes confused for a moment, as if he was remembering something, and asked in a deep voice after his eyes returned to clarity.

"Pei Yuanba's subordinates, how come I have never seen you?"

Rong Fei didn't know Pei Yuanba, but he heard Yu Qingzhi mention this name, it was the previous chief arrester of the Immortal Division who failed to comprehend the supernatural powers until his death.

Listening to the old man's tone, Jing seems to be very familiar with this Pei Zongzhuo, and if he has such a relationship, he should be honored as a senior.

Rong Fei put away his waist card and hugged his fist at the old man.

"Thirty-nine years ago, Mr. Pei failed to break through the three products in the retreat, and he still passed away."

"Full of nonsense, a few days ago, the two of us were drinking together, how could we... How..."

The old man angrily refuted Rong Fei, but his expression changed greatly before he could finish speaking.

"Thirty... Nine... Years ago... Tonight... What year is it? ”

His lips trembled and he asked this sentence, and without waiting for Rong Fei to answer, his eyes were already looking at his right hand holding the staff.

The palm that should have been thick and powerful, dark and rough, was as thin as a withered claw at this time, no wonder the staff that had just been split felt twisted. In disbelief, he raised his left hand and reached into his chest.

The strong pectoral muscles were gone, and all that could be seen under the thin shirt was shriveled flesh and protruding ribs.

Seeing the disbelief on the old man's face, Rong Fei had already concluded in his heart that he was not acting, and sighed lightly.

"It's September 20 of the 19th year of Hongjia, and this is Tanxi Town, which is more than 50 miles away from Kyoto."

"How many years have passed since the fourth year of Jianguang?"

The old man obviously hadn't heard of Hongjia's name and asked after recalling it for a while.

Rong Fei replied after silently calculating in his heart.

"Forty-three years."

"Forty-three years... Forty-three years... Why is this happening... Why is this happening? ”

The old man was a little unacceptable for a moment, and muttered with a blank expression.

What others say may be false, but his body is now completely and truly the body of an old man, how can this be faked.

To Rong Fei's surprise, only a moment later, the old man seemed to have fully accepted the fact that he was getting old, but he still had a trace of doubt about Rong Fei's identity, and asked out loud.

"After Brother Pei's death, who will take over the post of chief arrester?"

"Xin Yuheng."

It just so happened that Yu Qingzhi had mentioned the names of the recent chief arresters of the Immortal Division, so Rong Fei replied without hesitation.

"It's this kid, hehehe, he's supposed to be sixty by now."

"Mr. Xin also passed away twenty years ago."

Rong Fei replied gloomily.

Since the ascension of the God of Capture, the successive chief arresters of the Immortal Hunting Division have fallen into a spell, and those who have not survived to know the destiny of heaven have all died when they tried to break through the heavenly realm to cultivate.

The old man obviously knew about this spell, and asking such a question was actually a temptation for Rong Fei.

sighed and believed Rong Fei's identity, put down his crutches and sat down on the stone bench, pressed his hand towards Rong Fei, and motioned for Rong Fei to sit down as well.

"Who is the chief arrester of the Immortal Division now?"

"Xin Zongzhuo's disciple, surnamed Yu Qingzhi."

The old man obviously hadn't heard Yu Qingzhi's name, but just nodded.

"I haven't asked yet... The seniors have a big name. ”

Rong Fei habitually wanted to call his father-in-law, but when he thought about the other party's psychological age, he quickly changed his title. This person is familiar with the previous chief of the Immortal Division, and it is most appropriate to call him a senior.

"Don't be a senior, it's not good to hear. My name is Feng Tiannan, and my friends in the rivers and lakes gave him the nickname of Crazy Knife. The Immortal Division has a lot of connections with me, and you kid is not an outsider, so take advantage of you, just call me brother. ”

Feng Tiannan replied.

"Brother Feng, why are you here? Why have you been deceived for more than 40 years? ”

"This... There's a bit of a mess in my head, and I can think about it. It's better for you to first tell those masters about what has happened outside for more than 40 years. ”

Rong Fei has only been in this world for ten years, and he has spent these ten years in the remote Fencheng, and he doesn't know much about the major events in the world, so he can only explain in detail what he knows, and what he has heard and seen from the newspaper can only be roughly described.

"It's a stinky problem to catch the Immortal Division, otherwise why would you end up in today's situation. But it is precisely because of this that I can become close friends with Brother Pei. It's those bullshit four absolute holy places, immortals are not immortals, and people are not people who look depressed. ”

After a few words of emotion, Feng Tiannan had already sorted out his memories and told what happened forty-three years ago.

Forty-three years ago, Feng Tiannan was a well-known generation of heroes in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes.

Travel the world, make friends, eliminate violence, and be happy to be chivalrous.

One day, I traveled to the vicinity of Kyoto, thinking that I hadn't drunk with Pei Yuanba, the chief of the Immortal Division, for several years, so I wanted to go to Kyoto.

It was the middle of the night, and I drank a lot of wine on the way, and I was lost in the mountains and forests.

Feng Tiannan has a free and heroic temperament, since he is already lost, he simply found a leeward place to lie down, looked up at the night sky and continued to drink.

When the wine he carried with him was exhausted, sleepiness also swept in, so he took the sky as a quilt and the earth as a bed and slept directly.

When he was sleeping, Feng Tiannan was awakened by a strange sound.

Exploring in the direction where the strange sound came, I found a small town hidden in the mountains not far away, which was this Tanxi Town.

There was no fire in the town, and screams and terrifying roars rang out from time to time in the darkness.

Feng Tiannan thought that the town was being looted by bandits, so naturally he would not sit idly by, and rushed into the town with a knife.

But who knew that when he entered the town, the strange scene inside shocked him into a cold sweat.

Feng Tiannan has been traveling south and north for more than ten years, and he can be regarded as well-informed, what kind of murderers and wicked people have not been killed, and what kind of bloody and cruel scenes have never been seen.

The knife in his hand was even stained with the blood of monsters and monks.

But even Feng Tiannan, who was a master of the arts, was still taken aback by the scene in front of him.

I saw more than a dozen human-like and ghost-like monsters fighting each other, viscous liquid and rotten flesh flying all over the sky, and there were many mutilated corpses piled up around, and the roar like a beast made Feng Tiannan's heart tremble, but then there was a monstrous anger.

Because he saw the heads of women and children among the pieces of flesh in the piles of corpses.

Although those human-like monsters are weird and inexplicable, Feng Tiannan can be called a mad knife by his fellow Taoists in the rivers and lakes, which is enough to explain his style.

But if there is half a bit of timidity, it is not worthy of this crazy word.

Crazy and crazy, Feng Tiannan is never reckless.

Suppressing the angry battle in his heart for the time being, Feng Tiannan hid his figure and leaned in the other directions of the town.

The first priority is to save the survivors in the town first.

After searching half of the town, Feng Tiannan's face was gloomy like frost, the green tendons on the back of his right hand holding the hilt of the knife burst out, and the anger in his heart was already showing signs of getting out of control.

Half of the town, the human-like monsters encountered several more waves, but the living people were not seen.

Is there not a single living person left in the town?

Feng Tiannan didn't dare to believe it, and he didn't want to believe it, so he could only forcibly suppress the urge to slash the monster with a knife, and continued to search for it hopelessly.

Coming to the depths of the town, Feng Tiannan finally found an unconscious woman in a dilapidated house.

Carrying the woman on his back, he was about to continue the search, but a sense of crisis suddenly appeared in his heart. Feng Tiannan was also decisive, his shoulders shook and the woman on his back bounced out, and his body rolled forward while the blade was behind him, avoiding a sneak attack from behind.

Tumbling out of a distance, Feng Tiannan half-squatted on the ground, and the mad knife in his hand stood in front of him.

Through the blade, I saw that the woman who was still unconscious just now had opened her eyes at this time, and her eyes without pupils flashed with a strange red light.

Several tentacle-like objects stretched out from the woman's back, writhing and waving.

Where is this woman, it is clearly a demon.

The culprit appeared, Feng Tiannan couldn't care about looking for survivors anymore, the anger that had been suppressed suddenly exploded, the tiger roared, and he pounced on him and swung his knife at the demon.

Based on experience, Feng Tiannan guessed that this demon was about eight or nine grades of cultivation.

Top martial artists have the power to compete with the realm cultivators, and Feng Nantian is the pinnacle of the top martial artists. Therefore, he is not afraid at all, and uses his self-created Tiannan Crazy Knife to fight with monsters.

The blade is cold, and the monster can only dodge its edge constantly, occasionally finding a gap and swinging something like a tentacle to fight back.

The two sides fought fiercely for a long time, Feng Tiannan gradually gained the upper hand with his fierce sword skills and more experienced combat experience, and most of the monster's tentacles were also cut off, showing decline.

At this time, the monster suddenly let out a sharp and piercing roar, and Feng Tiannan suddenly woke up and suddenly accelerated his attack.

Countless figures swayed in the darkness around them, and the smell of fishy smells wafted in the wind.

The monster doesn't talk about martial arts, but actually summons the monsters in the town that look like people and ghosts as helpers.

Feng Tiannan knew that he had to kill the monsters before those monsters came, otherwise he would be in trouble if he fell into a heavy siege.

But after a moment of stunned work, the monster's body suddenly shook violently, and a puff of pink mist erupted and spread from the monster's body.

Although Feng Tiannan didn't know what the powder mist was, he also knew that it could not be contaminated, so he had no choice but to retreat.

But those monsters have already surrounded them, and there are probably hundreds of them.

There is no way to enter the heavens and no door to the earth, and Feng Tiannan is under siege.