The young man with eyes like a falcon naturally didn't know the meaning of the old man's words, and he was not in the mood to figure it out.

He snorted coldly, "Zhang Chengyu, you'd better hand over the things, it's good for everyone." ”

The old man was a little helpless, and said while standing and putting on his boots, "I gave it to you, and you can't understand it, so why force it?"

"You haven't thrown us away for a long time, so why be stubborn?" The woman with a small pocket sword hidden between her hair stroked her sideburns, her voice was soft, but her eyes were extremely cold.

The old man shook his head and said to himself, "Last time, I handed over the Ying Wang Seal to the wrong person, but now I can't be wrong anymore." ”

"Then there's no need to talk about it. The woman's voice suddenly cooled.

The old man didn't speak, but just caught a plum petal that happened to float in front of him.

Clean as snow, delicate as water, extremely beautiful.

"I wanted to spare your life, but you were looking for death. The man's voice was like a falcon's cold, and he took a step forward.

A dozen people behind the two also stepped forward in unison.

The wind rose suddenly, and the branches trembled.

Plum roll frost flowers, fluttering, difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Along with the plum blossoms, there are also several streamers, as well as arrows that are equal to the speed of the streamers.

Everyone swept over and began a new round of attacks.

Arrows pierced the petals of the flowers, disturbing the falling snow, and carrying the coldness and solemnity of the cold wind.

The old man's eyes finally changed slightly.

But it is not jealousy and helplessness, but regret.

It's a pity that this beautiful scenery has been destroyed.

He let go of the petals.

The petals flew in the direction of the woman, against the wind, but at will, clinking with the small sword that was about to move between the woman's bun.

The little sword lost its spirituality in an instant, and it was just a hairpin.

The arrows and streamers shot at the ripples in front of the old man, and they became powder.

Everyone's faces changed.

Someone snorted and spat blood.

The destruction of the natal sword is a fundamental and major event.

However, before they could be annoyed, they heard the old man sigh softly.

"If you don't go, don't go. ”

The old man's whole body gradually became illusory.

There were ripples under everyone's feet.

Something fell to the ground with a clatter.

There was silence all around, there was no blood, no screams, everyone disappeared in place, and nothing seemed to have happened, except for the small black pocket sword on the ground.

The old man's body was solid, standing in place, and sighing softly, "Why is the gap between people so big?"

Then, his face was suddenly full of annoyance, "Zhang Chengyu, you are killing again." ”

He took out the ring ruler from his arms, held it in his right hand, and knocked it on the palm of his left hand a few times, "Don't have a long memory, so you don't have a long memory." ”

After doing this, he became the calm old man again, and he bent down to pick up the pocket little sword, and looked carefully at the sun.

There was a faint black figure jumping up and down in the small sword, opening his teeth and dancing his claws.

The old man shook his head and stretched out his hand to flick it.

The little man was bounced over twice, and sat on the ground, dazed.

The old man smiled, as if he was very satisfied, put the small sword in his sleeve, and walked slowly in the direction of the mountain wall.