Wang Dali's intention was obvious, but Old Man Yang also had to think about whether to be satisfied.

After all, there is only one life, and whoever says that he is not afraid of death is.

It's really when he faces death, you see if he's afraid!

Old man Yang thought for a while, and finally gave the answer, he could agree to Wang Dali's request, but Wang Dali had to ensure his safety.

Wang Dali immediately agreed, saying that his safety could be guaranteed, but he had to provide a correct and complete picture, otherwise his safety could not be guaranteed.

Old man Yang nodded and said that he would definitely draw him the most detailed picture possible.

In order to show his sincerity, Old Man Yang also said that if Wang Dali didn't believe him, he could ask someone to look for it according to the drawings drawn, and he would definitely be able to match it.

He smiled vigorously and said that as long as Old Man Yang drew it, then he believed that it was all true.

So the king ordered the camp to be set up, and everyone to set up their tents, and rest here now, and set out again tomorrow.

In order to facilitate Old Man Yang's painting, Wang Dali also specially assigned a tent to him.

After all, the Tang Sect is a big family, and it is too time-consuming to draw all their secret sentinels.

However, Old Man Yang's aura is limited, so if he continues to consume it like this, his right arm will be wasted.

Moreover, he was not used to drawing with his left hand, and he couldn't see what he drew at all.

Wang Dali was a little unhappy, and asked him what this painting was, should he want to get by?

"I'm not used to using my left hand, and I still have injuries on my body, so I can only draw like this. I'll talk about it when I'm done, and I'll explain to you if there's anything you don't understand. ”

"Okay, you draw well, I won't bother you!"

After Wang Dali finished speaking, he left the tent, but he was not worried about Old Man Yang, so he sent someone to keep an eye on the tent at all times to prevent Old Man Yang from escaping.

In fact, he couldn't run away if he wanted to, because his tent was in the middle.

The other tents were connected to each other in a circle, and even if Old Man Yang wanted to escape, there was no way to escape.

Wang Dali returned to his tent and chatted with the little fox.

"I said, little fox, can you teach me your ability to charm people? If you are here, who do I want to do in the future, I don't need to use silver needles to hypnotize, just use this." ”

But the little fox turned his head away very arrogantly, as if to say that the stupid baby is not willing to teach you.

Wang Dali was not in a hurry or impatient, and continued to say nice things to the little fox.

Anyway, it can understand, so it's right to say more nice things.

But no matter what nice things he said, the little fox just didn't want to teach him.

After all, this is the most representative spell of the fox family, and it will not be easily taught to others.

Wang Dali never thought that he would succeed in this way, otherwise this charm technique would be too worthless.

So he gave up persecuting the little fox and changed the subject, asking her where she lived and what foxes were in the house.

I also asked her if she was a female fox, if she had a boyfriend, if she needed him to introduce one, or if she could introduce him to a vixen's girlfriend.

Anyway, it's just running the train with his mouth full, and the little fox who chats is confused.

Just as they were chatting energetically, Old Man Yang called Wang Dali's name.

"This old man is really troublesome, ruining such a good atmosphere! If he doesn't paint me well, see how I clean him up!

Wang Dali deliberately behaved a little in front of the fox, maybe he could charm her.

Of course, Wang Dali wanted to confuse the little fox, not to be nice to her.

I just thought that if I could have a better relationship with her, maybe she would agree to his request to teach him the art of seduction.

After Wang Dali finished speaking, he walked out of the tent, went to the tent where Old Man Yang was, and asked him what he was going to do.

"No, I'm running out of aura, you can give me a little gratitude, otherwise I won't be able to hold on, I really won't be able to draw!"

Wang Dali comforted Old Man Yang not to worry, he could handle it, although he could rest assured.

"How do you do it?"

Wang Dali unhurriedly took out the needle bag, took out the silver needle, and pricked Old Man Yang's wound a few times.

"Okay, you don't need to send aura to the wound anymore, I've already brought the injury under control for you. As long as you draw the picture well, I'll give you an arm on the street. ’

Hearing Wang Dali say this, Old Man Yang was in no mood to draw excitedly.

However, Wang Dali still emphasized to him that if he didn't draw the picture completely and accurately, he would definitely not survive, let alone connect his arm.

"Understand!

Old man Yang hurriedly got busy and devoted himself to the work of drawing the details of the Tang Gate.

Half an hour later, Old Man Yang called Wang Dali over again and handed over the detailed map he had drawn.

Wang Dali can only rely on what he knows to guess whether the drawing on this map is correct.

After careful response and comparison, Wang Dali determined that this was the real Tangmen detail map.

If you get the things in your hands, Old Man Yang is useless and can be killed.

"Thank you, old man, I will remember that you drew this picture. In the future, if you get your wish and kill the Tang Sect, I will definitely remember you!"

Old man Yang put away his smile and asked Wang Dali what he meant by this.

"Nothing special, I just feel that you have no use value and can leave!"

"Wang Dali! You cross the river and tear down the bridge! You ......"

Before Old Man Yang finished speaking, he immediately felt a sharp pain in his arm, and then it spread, and his whole body rushed to the pain.

"What the hell have you done to me?"

"Oh, it's fine, it's just that the needle I used for you just got some poison on it. I just want to see if you've practiced to be invincible, and I can follow along. I didn't expect you to make it, I'm a little embarrassed. But don't be angry, I also learned from you to cross the river and tear down the bridge. Haha......"

Old man Yang was also speechless, although he was very angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to quarrel with Wang Dazheng at this time, after all, he still counted on Wang Dali to detoxify him.

"Where would I be so secretive, those are all exercises that can only be practiced by Tang Aotian and others, although I am an elder, I am not qualified to cultivate. What kind of poison did you give me, hurry up and give me the antidote!"

"I'm sorry! I only know how to make poison, but I don't think about how to detoxify. After all, the purpose of using poison is to kill the enemy, so why should we research an antidote?"

Listening to Wang Dali's meaning, Old Man Yang also understood that he was doomed.

So he wanted to pull Wang Dali's back before he died, so he laughed very schemingly, wanting to make Wang Dali negligent, so that he could make his deadliest attack before he died.

But Wang Dali didn't give him this opportunity at all, anyway, he was dead, so why waste time with him.

So Wang Dali hurriedly left.

Old man Yang felt that this was the last chance, and if he didn't seize it, there would be no more suitable opportunities in the future.

So, Old Man Yang charged his strength and left fist and threw the last punch of his life.

However, Wang Dali had already sensed his every move.

When he was accumulating, Wang Dali guessed that he would do it.

So as soon as he turned around, Wang Dali quickly rushed out, not giving him a chance to get close.

Old man Yang missed with all his strength, and the aura in his body could no longer support him to continue to protect his wounds.

Besides, he's already like this, and it's useless to protect his wounds.

In the end, Old Man Yang died in despair, his eyes kept open, and he couldn't blink an eye.

(End of chapter)