After Beihe's voice fell, the dark passage as far as his eyes could see was silent.

Seeing this, his eyes became more and more fierce, and while holding the three-foot long stick in his hand tightly, the wisp of true qi in his body also swam away.

"Hey...... Senior Brother Beihe is alert enough. ”

Just when Beihe's heart was tense, a light laugh suddenly came.

"It's you!"

The moment he heard this voice, Beihe immediately judged the identity of the person who came. This person was the same Senior Brother Wang who sold the map to him in the sect.

After the words fell, I saw a figure walking out of the darkness of the passage.

Take a closer look, this is a white-haired old man who is about seventy years old and has a gourd hanging from his waist, who else can he be if it is not Senior Brother Wang.

"I thought that with the skill of concealment, I could lurk around my junior brother as I wanted, but I didn't expect that along the way, my junior brother almost found the old man. "Listen to this man again.

Beihe's face was a little ugly, and he felt that he was being followed along the way, it turned out that it was not his illusion, but that someone was indeed following him.

He was just a half-hung monk who couldn't condense his qi at all, and the senior brother Wang in front of him, he didn't know the depth of strength, so he was quietly followed by this person, and it was reasonable that he didn't notice it.

When I thought of it in my heart, I only listened to Bei Dao: "Senior Brother Wang followed Bei along the way, I don't know what happened." ”

"It's nothing, it's just curious why the junior brother sneaked out of the sect. The white-haired old man snorted, and then this person's eyes fell on a black storage bag in Beihe's hand, and then said, "It turns out that the junior brother is here to pick up the storage bag." It's not in vain that I've been with you for so long, and I hope my junior brother can have a little family background. ”

Beihe's heart sank, it seemed that this Senior Brother Wang was not good.

And in the face of a monk, and a monk who doesn't know the depths, Beihe has no confidence.

"Senior Brother Wang, what do you mean by this. ”

As he spoke, he put down the storage bag, and the three-foot iron rod in his hand tightened again.

Seeing the movements of Beihe's hand, the white-haired old man not far away sneered, and only listened to this person: "You'll know in a while." ”

After speaking, this person waved his sleeves.

"Hula!"

A pale golden mass whizzed out of his cuffs, and then spread out with a bang, turning into a large pale golden net, which was used as a hood for Beihe.

This pale golden net seems to have some kind of strange magical power, and when the cover came, there was a qi machine that locked Beihe Yaoyao.

Bei He reacted very quickly, he stomped under his feet, and his body shot out diagonally, causing the pale golden net to fall into the air.

Not only that, but his body catapulted out, and he stepped on the wall with both feet, like a rabbit, and kicked his legs violently.

I saw Beihe rushing towards the white-haired old man at the mouth of the passage, still in mid-air, and the three-foot iron rod in his hand swept at this person.

"Dang!"

The next moment, a muffled sound echoed throughout the stone chamber.

It turned out to be a three-foot iron rod in Beihe's hand, which smashed on the layer of gang qi inspired by this person. What this white-haired old man performed was the Qinggang technique.

And under this smash, the qi that covered this person only trembled, and it was as stable as a rock.

"Five-fold condensation!"

Through this blow, Beihe roughly judged the white-haired old man's cultivation.

After learning about this person's specific cultivation, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. I'm afraid that this person is the kind of existence that is seven or eight times condensed, and he can't compete at all.

He had seen the Fivefold Condensation Cultivator make a move, so in the face of the Fivefold Condensation Monk, he might still have a glimmer of life under his desperate efforts.

However, at the moment, this white-haired old man has lived a lot of age, but it is not something that the two teenage injustice mountain disciples on the fighting platform can compare, and this person's fighting experience is probably more than a step higher than that of those two. Therefore, he is definitely facing the strongest enemy in his life.

As soon as he thought of this, the moment Beihe's feet landed, he saw a low roar, and the three-foot iron rod in his hand was waved by him into afterimages, all of which smashed on the gang qi that covered the white-haired old man, and the sound of banging was endless for a while.

Under the attack of Beihe's violent wind and rain, the gang qi that covered the white-haired old man trembled again.

Especially when Beihe's continuous attacks all fell on the same position on the Gangqi, which made the shock of the Gangqi immediately intensified.

Although Beihe's cultivation has not increased in any way over the years, he has listened to every lecture given by the Elder Transmission Sect. From the teachings of these elders, he not only learned a lot of theoretical knowledge of cultivation, but also learned how to deal with various techniques and how to crack them.

To break through this Qinggang technique, in addition to smashing it with absolute attack power, it is to attack quickly, bombarding one point at a time each time.

"Humph!"

The white-haired old man snorted coldly, the man's fingers pinched, and there were words in his mouth.

For a moment alone, Beihe had a bad premonition, and at this time, he barely hesitated, and swept towards his side.

"Hula!"

The large pale golden net behind him came, but it was empty again.

Suddenly turning around, Beihe saw the pale golden net, suspended above the white-haired old man's head, looking up and down, and he could continue to cover him at any time under the command of the white-haired old man.

At this time, his heart beat faster, because this was the first time he had used the strength of a martial artist to fight against a monk.

After seeing Beihe's fierce attack just now, the white-haired old man's face was a little gloomy and said, "Body Refiner?"

In his opinion, Beihe has such a strong explosive power, it should be a body refiner who has cultivated some kind of body refining technique.

But then he shook his head, the attack power of the refiner after getting close was not what Bei He showed just now, and even his qi could not be shaken.

As soon as he thought of this, the white-haired old man thought of something, and chuckled, "It turns out that he is just a martial artist." ”

After recognizing Beihe's identity, the white-haired old man smiled, pinched his fingers again, and flicked his fingers at Beihe.

"Whew!"

A yellow nail of a foot-long shoot shot towards the North River. This yellow earth nail is extremely sharp, and it is the mana condensation in the human body, this technique is called the earth thorn technique, and it is an introductory technique of the same level as the fireball technique.

In the flash of lightning, the three-foot iron rod in Beihe's hand suddenly slashed.

"Boom!"

I saw the earth nail burst open, and a ferocious force was transmitted along the iron rod to his arm, and then to his body, making him take half a step back with a thud.

Just this blow, it can be seen that although they are both in the fifth stage of condensation, the strength of the white-haired old man is more than one step stronger than the two girls at the beginning.

There is also a gap in strength between monks of the same level, in addition to the experience of fighting the magic of the two sides, as well as the different levels of magic weapons they hold, there is also a main reason, that is, the strength of the mana in the monk's body is different. These are all important reasons for the power gap.

"Woo Woo ......"

The white-haired old man who was covered by the anger of the gang bounced his fingers at this time. One by one, the yellow soil nails formed a string and shot towards the North River.

Seeing this person's attack, Beihe's figure moved and dodged.

But obviously the white-haired old man didn't intend to give him a chance, the mana in this person's body seemed to be extremely strong, and he kept catapulting towards Beihe's fingers. I saw that one by one the soil nails were chasing Beihe, and as long as he dared to stop, he would inevitably be hit by these soil nails.

After Beihe avoided it, all the missing nails slammed into the wall of the stone chamber, making a thudding sound and leaving deep holes the size of fists in the wall.

If these nails hit the body, it will definitely be death or injury. This made Beihe, who had been dodging all the way, cold sweat flowed down his forehead. If he's not careful, he'll be doomed. And most importantly, this stone chamber is small and empty, and there is nothing to cover it at all.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Seeing Beihe who could only dodge, the white-haired old man had a smile even more on his face, as long as he consumed Beihe's strength, he would be able to easily subdue the other party when the time came.

Of course, originally he didn't have to be so troublesome to take down Beihe, but the premise was that he didn't want Beihe to be injured, after all, he still had to take away Beihe's body, and it wouldn't be good for him to break Beihe's body.

Just as this person thought like this, suddenly Beihe grabbed a spear on a row of weapon racks, and threw it at him with the force of his arm.

The spear shot with a sharp cracking sound.

"Ding!"

But before it could get closer, the spear was hit by a nail of earth, and it was deflected to the side, and with a "poof" sound, it sank into the wall behind the white-haired old man a foot deep.

Although Beihe's blow didn't pose any threat to him, it disrupted the rhythm of the man's motivation for the nail.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Beihe once again grabbed a huge shield on the armory rack.

"Stubborn!"

Seeing Beihe's move of holding a shield, the white-haired old man scoffed.

Under the snap of his fingers, another string of earth nails shot out.

Holding a heavy shield, Beihe couldn't dodge as light as a swallow.

"Drink!"

I heard him shout, and rushed forward with his shield on his head.

"Bang ......"

I saw that the shield was hit by soil nails, and the surface was suddenly pitted. This thing was just made of mortal iron, how could it be compared to the three-foot iron rod in his hand to resist the monk's magic attack.

However, under Beihe's forward rush, in a moment, he withstood the attack of one long nail after another, and came to the middle of the stone chamber with a shield in hand.

At this time, the shield in his hand had been twisted and deformed, and it had not formed a shape. And his arm was numb, and he almost lost consciousness.

But Beihe, who was clenching his teeth, looked happy, because he had already arrived at the location of the furnace in the stone room. Beihe squatted down and put the shield in his hand against the mouth of the stove. With a "bang", the deformed shield covered the mouth of the furnace that was spitting flames at that moment.

In just an instant, the already dim stone room became pitch black and there were no fingers. Beihe's figure also disappeared from the sight of the white-haired old man.