The Jindan Demon Cultivator beckoned and pinched Zeng Hao's neck, as if pinching a rag doll.

The white feather armor disappeared at the same time as Zeng Hao fainted, turned into a white light, and returned to Zeng Hao's storage bag.

The other hand was about to slap Zeng Hao's forehead.

"You are not so daring, even the old man's apprentice dares to hurt him." A majestic voice with Cangsang sounded from behind the Jindan Period Demon Cultivator.

The cold sweat of the Jindan Demon Cultivator flowed out in a moment, and he could clearly hear that the voice was behind him, afraid that it was not a few steps away from him.

Being able to get so close to oneself without being discovered by oneself is obviously not something that the Jindan period can do.

The most important thing is that he can build two better ancient magic weapons for his apprentices in the foundation period in one go, and it is impossible to be a famous golden pill stage, which is even more certain after he saw Zeng Hao's white feather armor.

Now that everyone's master has come to the door, he really didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out this time.

I saw that the Jindan Period Demon Cultivator tightly pinched Zeng Hao's neck with one hand, slowly turned around, and looked at the person behind him.

The person behind him was a man with white hair, a long white beard, and a white robe, giving people a look of an old man who had gone through the ages.

The old man looked like he should be an old man of seventy or eighty years, but a hint of redness could be seen from the skin on his face.

What made the Jindan Stage Demon Cultivator most depressed was that he still hadn't been able to see anything extraordinary about this person, and he didn't even have any true qi fluctuations on his body.

It looks like a fairy wind bone, and it has a sense of heavenly power that people dare not look at directly.

The Jindan Stage Demon Cultivator believes that even if the other party does not transform into a god, he is definitely not far from the transformation stage.

When he faced the Yuanying monks in the palace, he had never felt this way, at most he felt pressure from them.

And facing the old man is different, it is like facing a ten-level tsunami, the world's largest volcanic eruption, with a feeling of heavenly power.

Just like ants facing natural disasters, people have an impulse to see gods and want to kneel and worship.

I saw that the old man flicked his fingers slightly, and the Jindan Demon Cultivator couldn't move, and Zeng Hao slowly flew out of the Demon Cultivator's hand as if he was being picked up, and floated in front of the old man.

The old man swiped his hand, and the Jindan Demon Cultivator felt that his eyes were dark, and he was no longer conscious.

The old man took Zeng Hao with him, his body shook, and the next moment he appeared on a small island.

In a thatched hut, the old man was holding a small bronze tripod, and he was looking at it.

This tripod, the tripod body is not big, only the size of a fist, the tripod body is bronze, there are three legs, and the tripod body has the head of a three-headed spirit beast, which is Zeng Hao's natal magic treasure Longxia Ding.

"Alas, Providence, Chaos Stone, I want you to betray me back then, and it fell into the hands of a little monk who became a quasi-spiritual root, and what is even more tragic is that you were actually trained into a Lian Danding, and now even if you are recaptured, I'm afraid that even one percent of the power is not enough, and this kid is actually a quasi-spiritual root person, it seems that it is difficult for the old man to see the true effect of the Chaos Stone, God's will is so, I am a cultivator, I am a person who goes against the sky, how can I go against the will of heaven again, let's do it, I will help you once, I hope your choice is right, I hope my choice is the right one. The old man's eyes were confused, and he muttered to himself.

After speaking, the old man looked at Zeng Hao, and his eyes were full of complexity.

And at this time, Zeng Hao slowly opened his eyes and went to the thatched roof.

Suddenly he got up as if he remembered something, his eyes were full of vigilance, he found the old man at the first time, and looked at the old man fiercely.

After a few breaths, Zeng Hao's expression gradually slowed down, and he looked at the old man without saying a word.

And the old man just looked at Zeng Hao with a smile and didn't speak.

"Dare to ask seniors, where is this? But the seniors saved the juniors. After a long time, Zeng Hao stood up, saluted and said.

"Who are the seniors, and why do you take the natal magic weapon of the juniors?" When Zeng Hao gave the salute, he got up and saw the old man holding his natal magic weapon Long Xia Ding in his hand behind his back, and his face became gloomy.

"The old man's name is Qingyunzi, as for his real name, the old man has already forgotten it for a long time, as for why he took your natal magic weapon?" The old man paused, and then said:

"The old man is just curious, why do you want to refine the natal magic weapon into an auxiliary magic weapon? Don't you think it's a pity? The old man's last words seemed to be to himself.

"The junior is a Dan practitioner." Zeng Hao simply answered the old man's question in a single sentence.

As for him saying that he took Zeng Hao's magic weapon out of curiosity, Zeng Hao naturally wouldn't believe it, but there was no way, people could save their own people from a Jindan period, and their strength would allow them to resist?

And what shocked Zeng Hao the most was that the other party was able to see through his body and take out his own natal magic weapon, you must know that the natal magic weapon is only for the master's use, and it is impossible for others to control it.

With such a cultivation, I am afraid that it will be difficult to do it in the Jindan period, so Zeng Hao classified the old man as a primitive and old monster, and naturally he was angry and did not dare to speak.

The old man didn't care about Zeng Hao's attitude, he just smiled slightly and looked at Zeng Hao with interest.

After a while, the old man said: "It's really an interesting child, the natal magic weapon is an auxiliary magic weapon, but there are a lot of bad magic weapons on your body, but it's a pity that you don't have to use their true power now." ”

After the old man finished speaking, he handed Long Xia Ding back to Zeng Hao, and Zeng Hao was relieved after taking the Long Xia Ding handed by the old man.

"The seniors laughed, but the younger generations have a low cultivation, and they can't even keep the magic weapon." Zeng Hao said with a wry smile, his eyes flashed with loss, but he quickly put it away and became firm.

"Haha, compared with the little guy just now, your cultivation is much worse, but if you compare it with your same level, there are few people who can be your opponent with your magical powers." The old man laughed, and the expression on his face seemed to recall something.

"The seniors look down on the juniors, and now the juniors have destroyed the two magic weapons, and there is no magic weapon to use it, how can it be someone else's opponent." Zeng Hao said bitterly in his heart.

The old man looked at Zeng Hao with a smile, as if he was looking at treasures, Zeng Hao had a feeling of being seen through.

"You have the evil Shura King as a ghost pet, and there are more than a dozen Soul Devouring Gold Mantis as spirit beasts, if that little guy just now didn't cultivate too much as you, it would be him who would be defeated." The old man said with interest.

And when Zeng Hao heard the other party say that he had the evil Shura King as a ghost pet, his head buzzed as if he had been struck by lightning.

The evil Shura King is Zeng Hao's biggest secret, once it is exposed, he will become a public enemy of the cultivation realm, and now Zeng Hao is broken.

This made Zeng Hao's heart, which was originally gloomy because the magic weapon was destroyed, sink to the bottom again.

As for what the Soul Devouring Gold Mantis was, Zeng Hao was in no mood to think about it anymore, let alone ask.