Long Jianfei didn't notice anyone peeping on the side before, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the figure flying, and hurriedly sacrificed the Ten Thousand Years Cold Ice Sword, and shouted loudly: "Who is peeping here?

was recognized by Long Jianfei and hidden, this person did not run away, but generously fell in front of Long Jianfei.

Long Jianfei looked intently, only to see an old man in a brocade robe standing ten steps away from him with his hands behind his back, this person was two feet tall, his beard was white, but his face was ruddy, and he looked full of energy, and he was also looking at himself with an inquiring gaze.

Long Jianfei saw that he didn't know this person, his brows furrowed, and he hurriedly released his divine sense to investigate, who knew that as soon as his divine sense left and right touched the old man, he disappeared without a trace like a mud cow into the sea, and he couldn't find out the exact cultivation of the other party at all.

Long Jianfei couldn't help but be shocked, such a situation could only prove that this old man's cultivation was by no means below him, at least he was also a great cultivator in the late Yuan Infant period.

Long Jianfei knew that he had just entered Xianzhou, and he must not set up a strong enemy, so he just hesitated for a moment, and then smiled and bowed his hand and said: "It turns out that this senior is here, and I thought it was some kind of spirit monster and monster infested below!

Who knew that the old man in the brocade robe didn't buy it, and after receiving the Long Jianfei salute unceremoniously with his hands behind his back, he sneered quite arrogantly: "Junior Shanye!

Seeing that the other party was so empty-eyed and disrespectful, Long Jianfei also didn't like it, after all, the person opposite obviously did not advance to the gods, and it was already a great compliment for him to call him a senior, even if he was really a strong man in the late Yuan Infant Period, he had not changed his identity as a great monk in the Yuan Infant Period, and it was okay to talk to each other on an equal footing.

But after all, it is better to have more than one thing, Long Jianfei suppressed his anger, and still respectfully bowed his hand and said: "Since the seniors are not to blame, then I will leave first!"

Who knew that Long Jianfei had just set up a retreat, and the old man in the brocade robe suddenly took a boulder out of thin air and smashed it on Long Jianfei's head.

Fortunately, the speed of this boulder's flight was not very fast, and Long Jianfei easily flashed over it with a slight twist, but he was also stunned by it.

And the boulder that hit the air was castrated, and smashed straight down the cliff, Long Jianfei thought that the collision between such a huge mountain rock and the mountain would definitely provoke countless flying sand and stones, and immediately subconsciously put the Ten Thousand Years Cold Ice Sword across his chest, and instantly transformed into an ice crystal shield, protecting the vital points of the whole body.

Who knew that this boulder did not make a deafening sound when it fell on the mountain, but like light snow falling into the spring mud, it merged silently.

"It seems that this old man has a very deep understanding of the Tuxing Dao, no wonder he is so arrogant!" At this time, Long Jianfei realized that the boulder that seemed to be heavy just now was just the magic of this brocade-robed old man, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked in his heart.

However, Long Jianfei was young and vigorous in the end, and he had already been attacked by someone secretly like this, and he had already moved the real fire, and he believed that he had comprehended the way of ice and the way of the sword at the same time, and he did not put this old man in the brocade robe in his eyes, and immediately snorted coldly: "The deity just saw that you were old and let you score three points, but I didn't expect you to be just a villain who will be revenged!"

The old man in the brocade robe was not angry, but showed a meaningful smile, and said to himself as if no one was around: "Childe is right, he has indeed touched the threshold of the Cold Ice Avenue!"

"What kind of son?!Who are you, are you really deliberately peeping at me?" Long Jianfei turned the blade of the 10,000-year-old cold ice sword in his hand, turning the shield into a sword again, and the edge pointed directly at the old man in the brocade robe.

"Little child of the Long family, you have the way of cold ice, and you have a deep relationship with the Linglong Snow Mountain, and now you are trespassing on the forbidden land alone, if you say that you are not here for the avenue, who is willing to believe it!"

Long Jianfei was suddenly called out by this strange brocade-robed old man, and he couldn't help but be a little flustered, but he still couldn't help but shout: "Who are you! If there is half a sentence to hide, don't blame the long sword in the deity's hand for being ruthless!"

Unexpectedly, the old man in the brocade robe laughed out loud: "The yellow-mouthed child is ridiculous! But just after leaving the poor countryside, I don't know how thick the sky is! Do you think Xuanzhou is your rural land? Your meager ability is not put in the eyes of the deity at all, if it weren't for the son's words, the deity would have directly taken your three souls and seven spirits!"

"But Murong Duan called you here?!" Long Jianfei was also a talented and intelligent person, and when he saw that the old man in the brocade robe kept calling him "my son", he immediately thought of the mysterious Murong Gongzi in Xigu City.

Unexpectedly, before Long Jianfei's words fell, the old man in the brocade robe, who had always been smiling, suddenly became furious, and shouted loudly: "Shut up!

Seeing the old man in the brocade robe defending Murong Duan like this, Long Jianfei couldn't help but be stunned, he couldn't think of any great origin of this Murong Gongzi in addition to his extraordinary talent, not only being able to drive the Jindan monk at will, but also making this great monk in the late Yuan Infant period willing to be a slave and a servant.

Long Jianfei's stunned was seen by the old man in the brocade robe as a sign of weakness, and he immediately sneered: "Huangkou Xiao'er, do you know that you have committed the great taboo of Xuanzhou! In Xuanzhou, everyone who has anything to do with the Linglong Snow Mountain no longer exists in the world! If you don't want to kill yourself on the Immortal Road, just tell the secret of the cold and ice path of the Linglong Snow Mountain, and my son-in-law should be able to save your life!"

Long Jianfei has been practicing the way of the sword all the year round, and there is a sword aura in his chest that is not bending, although he is not afraid of facing a strong enemy, he immediately sneered at each other: "Don't be ashamed to say it! Not to mention that the deity doesn't know the secret of the way of ice and ice, even if he really knows the way, he will never tell others! You still tell Murong Duan to let him die of this heart!"

This brocade-robed old man has been working hard for the little master all his life, and even directly affected his own cultivation, where he can tolerate Long Jianfei's disrespectful remarks to Murong Gongzi several times, and immediately shouted: "You should die! Even if Gongzi wants to spare you a dog's life, the deity will never let you live in the world!"

As he spoke, the brocade-robed old man raised his hands high, and a small earth dragon swirled between his hands, reaching up to the sky, instantly turning into a sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun, almost enveloping the entire Linglong Snow Mountain Range.

Although I don't know what kind of reputation the magic of the old man in the brocade robe is, but judging from this momentum alone, the power must be extraordinary, Long Jianfei naturally will not wait for the other party's killing move to arrive, and immediately stabbed at the old man in the brocade robe with a wave of the 10,000-year-old ice sword in his hand.