After the old man came upstairs, he looked around and saw a table of leftovers by the window, and his old face couldn't help but show a fierce color, and he hurriedly turned around and went downstairs to continue tracking Han Leng.

Running all the way, the old man followed the beam of light shot by the bronze mirror and chased him all the way to the outside of Tianxing City, which was a wilderness, inaccessible to people, and extinct birds and beasts.

There was a gray-clothed young man in front of him, standing with his back to him, it was Han Leng who ran outside the city, and the dragon-patterned sword behind him was also lit up red at this moment.

"Don't chase anymore, Hugh is ruthless. ”

Cold words floated out of Han Leng's mouth.

The old man's eyes were cold, his face showed a little impatience, and he sneered: "Ignorant erector, dare to play the son of the Zhao family, I'm afraid I'm not tired of being alive." ”

"Oh, the old man dares to talk nonsense, when did he ever play with your son-in-law, it's just a normal price increase, who knows that your son-in-law has a lot of money, and his financial resources are really not enough, so he has to endure the pain of cutting his love. Han Leng turned around and said a little helplessly, the meaning of his words was clearly saying that he really wanted Shuixin Grass, but he couldn't snatch you.

An old man has already made the old man angry, and immortal cultivators hate being crowned with old words the most, especially this kind of title without the slightest respect.

"Huh! During the Qi refining period, you actually spoke disrespectfully to the old man, didn't your master teach you to respect your predecessors when you see someone who is higher in cultivation than yourself? Today, if you hand over all the five thousand spirit stones you bought for the water heart grass, the old man will let you go. If not, the old man will draw your soul and burn it in the earth's fire, and you will definitely experience what life is better than death!" said the old man viciously.

Hearing this, Han Leng laughed in his heart, he had observed the old man with the Spirit Eye Technique, this old man had just entered the foundation building period, and it was really a bit ridiculous that he dared to call himself a senior in front of a monk in the late stage of foundation building.

"Why did I want to produce the spirit stone, and it wasn't the water grass I bought. If you bring me the watergrass, I might think about it. If you just want me to take the spirit stone out, don't dream. Han Leng said neither humbly nor arrogantly, with a calm expression and no fear.

The old man's face was pale at this time, and his eyes seemed to be about to burst into flames, he couldn't imagine that a low-level monk could speak so well, if this kid could use all the time he spent practicing speaking to cultivate, he wouldn't be still in the Qi refining period now.

"Since you are so ignorant of lifting, then don't blame the old man for being ruthless!" the old man said angrily, he stretched out his hands to his chest, and there were words in his mouth, and streams of mana were released from his body, gathering in the palm of his chest.

Red fireballs began to appear on both sides of the old man's body, and within a few moments, more than a dozen fireballs surrounded him, and then he gently pushed his hand forward, and the fireballs flew out with a roar.

Seeing this, Han Leng on the other side showed contempt in his eyes, this level of fireball was not enough to tickle himself.

I saw Han Leng stretch out his hand and wave, and suddenly several cold rays of light shot out, scattering those fireballs flying towards him one by one, instantly dissolving the fireball technique performed by the old man.

"Is that all you have to do?" Han Leng said mockingly.

The old man's face was extremely ugly, and a serious look began to appear in his eyes, and he muttered, "This kid seems to have some strength, it seems that the old man has lost his eyes." ”

Thinking of this, the old man no longer held it up, but directly showed his magic weapon, a guqin.

The shape of this guqin is simple, antique, carved at both ends of the dragon and phoenix, luxurious atmosphere, the strings in the middle are white and flawless.

"What? Are you going to give me a song, I'm afraid I won't have time to listen to your old man play the piano in a hurry. Han Leng said with a smile, but there was obviously a look of vigilance in his eyes, this guqin magic weapon should not be underestimated.

The old man snorted coldly: "A song of liver and intestines will be broken, and I will send you to the western sky!"

After speaking, the old man's withered yellow fingers rested on the snow-white strings and plucked them gently.

Mount~

With a sound, a sound wave ejected from the guqin, like ripples on the water surface, and quickly surged towards Han Leng's location.

This thin line of sound waves didn't seem to have anything powerful, but Han Leng didn't dare to rush to it, but pulled out the dragon pattern sword behind his back with his backhand and blocked it in front of him.

The thin line of sound waves directly collided with the dragon pattern sword, and the sword body suddenly trembled, and Han Leng's hand holding the dragon pattern sword also shook, but after he poured mana into the sword body, the red light on the dragon pattern sword flashed, and the sound wave was dispersed.

However, the old man on the other side, at this time, put both hands on the strings, and played ten fingers in succession, and suddenly there were bursts of sound waves, and thin lines were densely covered, like a carefully woven net, overwhelmingly towards Han Leng.

One sound wave can shake the dragon pattern sword, and these hundreds of sound waves can't shatter Han Leng.

The old man had a smile on his face, and his eyes were even more proud, as if he had won.

Han Leng didn't seem too surprised in the face of the overwhelming sound net, his eyes were calm and calm.

The red light on the dragon pattern sword flashed, Han Leng held the long sword in his hand, drew a circle in the air, and suddenly the dragon pattern sword divided into more than a dozen red phantoms.

"The second form of the Glimpse Sword Technique, Phantom. ”

Han Leng said this sentence without the slightest feeling, and then pointed the long sword forward, and suddenly more than a dozen red phantoms flew out one after another, shuttling back and forth in the air, intertwining, and breaking the big net composed of sound waves one by one.

Finally, a red phantom flew in front of the old man, and the trembling aura on the sword body continued to stimulate the old man's weakest heart.

The old man saw that his move was easily cracked, and he chuckled in his heart, his move could compete with a monk in the foundation building period, how could he let a monk in the qi refining period crack it.

However, the old man couldn't think too much at this time, because a sword light had already flown in his direction, and if he didn't respond quickly, this old bone might have to be confessed.

"Ho!"

The old man spit out a word, and instantly exerted force, and a layer of golden spiritual power shield appeared in front of him, and the red phantom quickly flew in front of him, piercing straight into the golden shield.

However, the old man gritted his teeth and increased the mana output, and the golden light suddenly soared, squeezing the red phantom directly and disappearing.

"No wonder this person can break my spell, it turns out that he used a top-level magic weapon!"

After the old man calmed down, he saw clearly the magic weapon used in Han Leng's hand, with the top-level magic weapon in his hand, it could indeed improve the strength of the Qi Refining Stage cultivator.

"However, the Qi refining period is the Qi refining period after all, and the true yuan in the body is still not as strong as the old man's, it depends on how you resist the old man's move!" After thinking for a while, the old man transferred all the mana in the dantian out of his body and gathered it at his fingertips.

Then the old man played the guqin on his knee again, but when his mana-filled fingers touched the strings, the whole guqin emitted yellow light, and the cavity began to resonate and vibrate.

The old man's fingers seemed to have spent a lot of effort when he plucked the strings, and he played a string with difficulty, and all the mana in his palm poured into the guqin.

"Arrows!"

With a low roar, all the mana absorbed by the body of the piano gathered together, and with the help of the strings, it turned into a feather arrow and flew out, heading straight for Han Leng.

After performing this operation, the old man's face turned sallow, which was caused by the consumption of too much mana, but his heart was a lot more relaxed, because he was very confident in the move he created.

"After you die, that top-level magic weapon will be the old man's. ”

The old man thought greedily in his heart.

The sound of the piano turned into an arrow, and the momentum was like a bamboo.

Han Leng's face was solemn, and he also urged most of the mana in his body to be sent to the dragon pattern sword, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand and the sword body with the other.

Bite~

With a sound, the feather arrow pierced the sword body, and the powerful impact made Han Leng take a few steps back, and the mana suddenly under his feet stabilized his body, and the feather arrow was firmly nailed to the sword body, and the feather arrow itself was still trembling, because it was transformed by the sound of the piano, it was elusive.

"It shouldn't be that simple..."

After Han Leng blocked the feather arrow, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, this was a move that consumed all the mana of the old man, even if his cultivation was a little higher, he wouldn't be able to resist it so easily, right?

It turned out that Han Leng's conjecture was correct, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth, as if he was watching a good show.

I saw that the feather arrow composed of the sound of the piano was decomposed into sound waves again, and hundreds of sounds erupted in front of Han Leng, and suddenly exploded, flying sand and stones, and dust.

Han Leng didn't take precautions in advance, but he was directly dizzy by this loud explosion, and there was a roar in his ears.

There was also a slow pain in his chest, and he looked down, only to see that a lot of blood was oozing from his chest, staining his clothes dark gray, and the strong smell of blood was particularly pungent.

Han Leng used his spiritual power to seal the bleeding wound, and his eyes as he looked at the old man became cold.

"You didn't die after eating a sonic boom from the old man at such a close distance, the strength of your body is much better than that of ordinary Qi refining period cultivators, the old man happened to be making a refining corpse recently, and your body can just be used as a container. The old man said with a smile, the meaning of his words was that he had regarded Han Leng as a dead man.

"If you want to make me into a refining corpse, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it!" Han Leng licked his lips and said expressionlessly, and then he took out a stack of spirit talismans from the Qiankun bag.

The old man said, "Your mana should be running out soon, right? The old man only needs to cast a small spell, and he can easily take your life. However, that may damage your body, and then the corpse made by the old man will not be perfect. You better cut yourself, the old man gives you this opportunity. ”

"Heh... Do you really think I can't do anything about you, old man?"

Han said with a sneer, he threw the spirit runes in his hand into the air, and each spirit rune received the spiritual power he sent in, and became an activated state.

Suddenly, more than a dozen spirit runes flew towards the old man, and when he got closer, a huge flame suddenly erupted, and the violent heat and powerful impact appeared together.

The old man's face was full of incredulity, he couldn't have imagined that a Qi Refining Stage cultivator would carry so many spirit runes with him, and it would take a lot of mana to activate so many spirit runes, according to his speculation, this Qi Refining Period monk would not be able to use so many spirit runes.

But the flames that kept appearing around him hit his conjecture fiercely, and each of these spirit runes was an inferior intermediate spell, which quickly blew the old man into a mess.

Han sneered, and rushed into the flames with the dragon pattern sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the old man.

In his panic, the old man condensed a spiritual power shield and blocked the sword.

"If you want to kill the old man, you're still a little tender!" the old man said angrily.

The spiritual power shield suddenly shone brightly, and it actually forced back a lot of the dragon pattern sword that pierced in, which still shocked Han Leng.

"Today, you will die!" Han Leng just said indifferently.

Subsequently, Han Leng lifted his own concealment qi technique, and his cultivation skyrocketed to the late stage of foundation building in an instant, and his body was even more faintly revealed.

This time, the old man was not calm, he could feel that Han Leng's aura had changed, and his eyes were full of horror as he probed Han Leng again, only to find that with his divine sense, he couldn't see through Han Leng's cultivation at all.

"This is impossible! You are obviously only in the Qi refining period!" the old man said in a panic.

"But not anymore. Han Leng said softly, and the surging mana suddenly poured into the dragon pattern sword, and the red light was so strong that it easily pierced the old man's spiritual power shield.

The old man said with a frightened face: "You can't kill me, if you kill me, the Imperial Ghost Sect will not let you go!"

Han Leng hesitated for a moment, and hope rekindled in the old man's eyes, and he said: "The old man is a disciple of the Imperial Ghost Sect, if you don't kill me, I can introduce you to the sect master and let you open a cave to cultivate in this spiritual realm!"

The old man said sincerely, but one of his hands was slowly withdrawn into his sleeve at this time.

Han Leng's face turned cold, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, the old man shouted in pain, and one palm flew out, holding a piece of jade slip in his blood-stained hand.

"Do you think I'll believe your words? With your cultivation, I'm afraid you don't have much say in the Imperial Ghost Sect, and you're still talking about letting me settle in the Spirit Realm?" Han Leng said in a cold tone.

The old man's face turned green, he just wanted to report the news, but before he could pass on what he wanted to say, his hand was cut off.

"Although the old man is not in an important position, I also have a way for you to join the Imperial Ghost Sect... Ah~ you..."Before the old man's words were finished, Han Leng stabbed the dragon pattern sword into his chest.

Blood flowed down the tip of the sword like a spring.

The old man's eyes gradually lost their brilliance, and his body turned into a puddle and fell to the ground.

Han Leng picked up the Qiankun bag on the old man's body, and then casually threw out a fireball to dispose of the corpse, and returned to Heavenly Star City.