Hearing the title of "Prince" in the fifteenth mansion, Xin Fang's mind mentioned the apex, and at the same time, he moved his soul and prepared to summon the Soul Restoration Demon Sword to fight hard. But the old man's face was genuinely sad after five dissects and identifications, but it made Xin Fang even wonder if the other party was someone he knew.

"Prince, don't you know me?" the old man said excitedly, the killing intent that had previously traversed his whole body also turned into boiling ecstasy at this moment, and for a moment his eyes even burst into tears full of emotion, which made Xin Fang even more inexplicably touched. The old man was suddenly stunned, he lowered his hands sadly, looked at Xin Fang and said, "Yes, prince." I'm like a centenarian at the moment, and it's normal for you not to know me. Prince, I'm a little scholar!"

"Little scholar, are you a little scholar?" Xin Fang was shocked and confused, and his eyes were full of incredulity, because the little scholar was one of the only four people left by his side before he was taken in by the black monster with a sword in the process of fleeing (the other three were: the national teacher Chengshi, the general boy stock, and the big horseman). However, Xin Fang quickly calmed down, although the other party was extremely emotional, but the little scholar back then was younger than him, and his voice and appearance would have developed into such vicissitudes.

"Hmph, who is the little scholar? The old thief will die!" Xin Fang snorted coldly, and summoned a small black sword in the air with his right hand, and unleashed the offensive with a strong appearance, aiming at the old man at the far end. When the old man saw Xin Fang's move, his cloudy eyes flashed with sadness, but instead of making a defense, he shrunk the formation even tighter, so as to reduce the sensation caused by Xin Fang's spell to the fifteen mansions.

"Is he looking for death?" Xin Fang frowned, and he also had some doubts about the identity of the old man in front of him. However, Xin Fang was still not sure that the old man was a little scholar. He had to try to find out. The sword led the space, and Xin Fang once again arranged the intention to move the double shape, and the two sets of magic breaths smashed the old man is dizzy and the sky was dark. The old man should have resisted. But he didn't make a move, anyway, as if he was bent on withstanding Xin's attack.

"Take my move!" Xin Fang broke through the restrictions of the formation and flew in front of the old man in a blink of an eye, his sword quickly carved a sword intent, the edge of which could brush the old man's sideburns. With this sword, Xin Fang's eyes widened, and he had only one focus, that is, the parallel face of the old man's truncated hair. Because the little scholar had a strange trait, that is, he was born with a strange appearance, and the most obvious sign was that his hair would inevitably return to nothingness when it was encountered. This is an allogeneous sign that even the success of the matter can only be terminated by the fall of the little scholar, so whether this old man is the little scholar of the year or not, you will know at a try.

Under Xin Fang's attention, the old man's severed hair, pale as goose feathers and heavy snow, drew a spatial mark in the air that rolled like turbulent waves. Then it slammed down on the ground level. I heard only a crisp pop. The truncated hair began to deform, and its outer layer continued to split into regular fragments like a flower, a total of seven layers, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, colorful, beautiful. But the focus of the Sim side is not on this, but on going deeper inward.

After going through two seven-color cycles, the size of the space-occupying space did not seem to change, and the truncated hair appeared in front of Xin after a burst of smoke flipped over. And then it falls to the ground, and that's the real hair. I only heard a "hiss" sound. Although the hair was small, Xin Fang could clearly perceive the sound of it as it touched the ground plane, and the faint splendor of the moment it disappeared into the void. Xin Fang's eyes suddenly lit up, it was a familiar picture that had not changed for many years, and he was excited in his heart that the sloppy old man in front of him was the little scholar who had reunited after a long absence.

Just as Xin Fang's thoughts were flowing, the thin old man standing in front of him suddenly twitched all over, as if he was about to attack. However, just as Xin Fang thought that he had sensed the wrong person and was about to fight back, the old man's power suddenly recoiled, distorting his own breath while distorting his outer form. The process continued quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a new image appeared in front of Xin, but this person's appearance was completely a teenager, and it was difficult for people to associate him with the old man who was fit, but they were the same person. He was the little scholar of the foursome when he escorted Xin Fang to escape from the national disaster.

"Little scholar!" Xin Fang's arms shook, and he tightened his body protection method to the extreme, and then came to the pale little scholar. The sometimes blackened face of the little scholar still retains the naivety of his youthful years, but it still vaguely maintains a terrifying killing intention, which is the appearance of the two diametrically opposed intentions in the depths of his primordial spirit when they burst out in a fierce conflict.

"Prince, you finally believe that it is me. The little scholar smiled hard, his face twitched continuously, the law breath gradually weakened, and the vitality of the meridian system became thinner and thinner, which was a characteristic that was about to fall. Xin Fanglian sacrificed the sword style and lost the method for it, but what puzzled him was that the little scholar's meridian system was already extremely fragile, and it could not withstand the mana instillation of Dacheng Dù at all.

"Prince, I'm fine, you quickly withdraw your mana. The little scholar said with a dying breath. Xin Fang shook his head and said: "Back then, we shared weal and bene, and now I can't let go of you." As he spoke, Xin Yi wanted to summon the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword, and then temporarily sealed the little scholar in the firmament inside the sword, and then save him when he found a suitable method in the future.

"Not really, Prince. The little scholar shook his head in relief, and then took a step ahead of Xin Fang to collapse the meridian system. Sensing the bleakness of the little scholar's vitality, Xin Fang shook his head helplessly and said, "Why?" But before Xin Fang sank into sadness, the little scholar's body changed again: his law breath was picking up. At the same time, Xin Fang also found that the little scholar's appearance was also changing, and he was changing to an old dragon bell again.

"Could it be that the little scholar can only stay alive when he gets old?" Xin Fang frowned, he wanted to know what story the little scholar had experienced over the years, and how he would use this method to survive until now, and he was fighting for the tiger here in Kuaiji. After a while, the little scholar changed from the original sick teenager to the current sick old man, and at this moment, except for the kind of intimacy he brought to Xin Fang, he did not change in the slightest, and every qiē subverted Xin Fang's original perception of him.

"Prince, I know what you have to say to me. The little scholar glanced at Xin Fang, and then lowered his head. Xin Fang noticed that the little scholar was already full of vitality at this moment, so he no longer paid attention to the latter's injury, and said, "What happened to you after you said goodbye?" The little scholar sighed sadly, and then said: "Back then, General Tong and I went straight to Yangshan and Yinhai to attract the big wheel of chasing soldiers in order to protect the prince and go to the Eastern Demon Forest, and finally were found after seven days and seven nights of dodging. In order to prevent the old thief of the plains from searching for the whereabouts of the prince from our conscious world, General Tong and I decided to jump off the Yangshan and Yin Seas, and let the fallen leaves wash away all our memories. ”

"Originally, I expected that I would be strangled by heaven and earth in the inch iron leaves of Yangshan, but I didn't expect that I happened to encounter the once-in-a-lifetime opening space of Yangshan Yin Sea in the inch iron leaves, and the whole person was instantly teleported to the fifteen mansions of Penglai Inner City, and happened to fall into the magic circle that Kuai Ji was arranging. The little scholar said vividly.

"So that's how you came here, did you embarrass you?" Xin Fang asked. The little scholar shook his head and said, "No, but the old thief has his own little abacus." There were also two of Kuai's subordinates present that day, and they both shouted at me, asking me who I was, why I trespassed into the Fifteen Mansions, and warned that I would be annihilated. But the two lackeys could only shout, because they hadn't opened their mouths since I appeared. Later, I learned that the magic circle he had arranged happened to be linked to the opening space of the fallen leaves of the Yin Sea in Yangshan, and my appearance was just enough for him to experiment with his new magic circle. ”

"I didn't feel anything at first, but after half an hour, the pain began to spread across my meridian system, then the primordial spirit, and finally the consciousness world. Watching me fall to the ground in pain, the two lackeys clapped their hands and screamed, but Kuai Ji still didn't say a word. (To be continued......)