When the forty-year-old middle-aged man heard this, he couldn't help frowning.

The white-haired old man caught the subtle change in the expression on the middle-aged man's face, and asked softly, "Mr. Cheng, what's wrong with you?"

The man surnamed Cheng looked at the ink cloud not far away, and said lightly: "Maybe, I really have to look away." This person is very unusual. ”

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "Brother Qiran, why is it not an ordinary law?"

Cheng Qiran smiled and said, "Third Master, you think." Dawei Demon and my immortal chief once fought in Jiuhua Mountain, three days and three nights, without a victory. Later, the two of them did not interfere with the river water from then on. This kind of thing has never been publicized by the Demon and the Immortal Elder of my family, so how did this storyteller know about it? Therefore, I say that this person is very unusual. ”

The white-haired old man looked at the red-haired Taoist opposite: "What does the immortal chief think?"

The red-haired Taoist didn't seem to care, pouted and said, "Mr. Cheng has said it, he's just a mouth-selling kid, why bother with him?"

The white-haired old man smiled faintly: "Then according to the immortal chief, I don't have to pay attention to him." After eating, we have to hurry. ”

At this time, Shui Moyun had already finished telling the story of the battle for hegemony at the Laba Banquet, and he sat in a corner of the second floor, carefully counting the copper plates and copper coins that everyone had rewarded just now.

Everyone finished eating and walked down the drunken immortal residence one after another. When Cheng Qiran walked to the staircase, he subconsciously glanced back at the ink cloud, which was still counting the copper plates and copper coins on the table. Until more than two dozen people went downstairs. Only then did Shui Moyun raise his head and look at the group of martial arts hawkers on the street, his brows twisted into a pimple.

The white-haired old man led everyone to inquire while walking, and gradually walked to the street where the Jade Phoenix Terrace was located.

Just after noon, Yuhuangtai has not yet opened. The two vermilion lacquer gates were tightly closed, and the streets were sparsely populated.

A big man, carrying a black gold hammer on his shoulder, asked in some surprise: "Third master, what are you doing with your old man waiting here in the middle of the day?"

The white-haired old man looked at the tall gold lacquer plaque of the Jade Phoenix Terrace, stroked his silver hair, and said with a slight smile: "It is precisely because it is daytime that it will not be conspicuous when you come here." Brother Qiran, please go up and ask which person is in charge, and inform their owner of the intention of our arrival. ”

Cheng Qiran bowed down and said "obey", then strode up the steps and gently knocked on the door knocker.

This Jade Phoenix Terrace has always slept during the day and opened at night. After a long time, a little guy's head poked out from the corner door next to him: "What are you knocking, and you can't sleep anymore?"

Cheng Qiran looked up at the sun, and couldn't help sighing: "Little brother, this day has come to such a time, why are you still sleeping!"

The little guy opened his sleepy eyes, swept Cheng Qiran's eyes up and down, and muttered, "Who are you?" With that, the corner door was closed again with a "bang".

Cheng Qiran shook his head at the white-haired old man helplessly, this person who can be called a lotus flower has not yet exerted the power of his mouth, and the little guy left, without giving Mr. Cheng any chance to play.

The white-haired old man frowned, and said in a deep voice to the man carrying the black gold hammer on his shoulder: "Chen Jie, smash the door open for me." ”

The man named Chen Jie readily agreed, with layers of smiles in the corners of his eyes, and went straight to the gate with the Ugin hammer. Cheng Qiran walked down the steps, returned to the back of the white-haired old man, and was silent.

Chen Jie picked up the big hammer and slammed it towards the door. The gate of this jade phoenix platform is no more than the wooden door of the ordinary small door, each one is half a foot thick, and the weight of a thousand catties. The sides of the door were covered with copper skin, and there were one hundred and eight copper nails fixed on the door inside and outside the door, and each copper nail was the thickness of a bowl.

The hammer smashed on the copper nails, making a deafening sound, and it is not an exaggeration to say that ten miles is not exaggerated. The corner door opened again, and the little guy jumped out just now, wanting to scold a few words, but when he saw Chen Jie's tall and fierce body, his face was as frightened as ashes, and he stammered and shouted: "Uncle, don't knock!

Chen Jie didn't seem to see it at all, and he still smashed the door with a hammer. A few copper nails had already been smashed by Chen Jie, and the little guy closed the corner door again and ran to the backyard.

The huge impact woke up Zhou Zijian, who was taking a nap. With a furrowed brow, he removed the snow from the wall, climbed into his shoes, and strode out the door. He passed by the little guy without the slightest froze. Zhou Zijian opened the corner door and saw that Chen Jie was still smashing the door.

Suddenly, a lightning bolt streaked through the sky, reflecting the dazzling sunlight and heading straight for Chen Jie. Chen Jie suddenly felt a dazzling light, subconsciously narrowed his eyes, and the hammer in his hand couldn't help but stop.

Just as the lightning was flashing, the wrist of Chen Jie's right hand was slashed by the cold light, and the hammer suddenly fell to the ground. Looking at Chen Jie hurriedly flying backwards, his left hand covering the wrist of his right hand, with a shocked expression. Blood trickled down Chen Jie's left fingertips and fell to the ground.

The white-haired old man looked angry: "This Jade Phoenix Platform still has such a role. Who's going to take it down for me?"

The red-haired Taoist was just about to go over, and a middle-aged man walked out of the side and said, "Why use a cattle slaughtering knife to kill chickens, and ask the immortal chief to hand over this son to you." ”

When the red-haired Taoist saw this middle-aged man, he nodded slightly: "Then there is a labor slaughter protector." ”

This middle-aged man was dressed in a cyan tights, with a Chinese character face, and a slight black beard. The expression is cold and resolute, and there is a natural belligerent mood. He gently pulled out the gauntlet hook behind his back and walked slowly up the steps.

Zhou Zijian saw the middle-aged man gradually approaching, and the heavy snow in his hand was slightly raised at the same time. The man surnamed Tu suddenly stepped forward, his left hand hook swept towards Zhou Zijian's neck with a domineering wind, and his right hand hook slashed towards Zhou Zijian's lower abdomen with a very cold meaning. A sneer crossed the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Zijian Shen Xue raised slightly, and stabbed the middle-aged man's right hand at the other party's front heart, silent, but galloping. The smile on the corner of the man's mouth immediately condensed, and he hurriedly hooked his right hand to Shen Xue, in a vain attempt to hang Shen Xue aside. But to the horror of the middle-aged man, Shen Xue still flew forward, but he didn't shake it to the side for half a minute. Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to touch the middle-aged man's heart, and the middle-aged man's left hand hook was almost at the same time about to wipe off Zhou Zijian's head.

The middle-aged man shouted: "It's really deadly." As he spoke, his body turned sharply, and he was able to dodge the sword in front of him, and the hook of his left hand instantly left Zhou Zijian's neck and hooked towards Shen Xue's sword body. The middle-aged man was a little unwilling, and he wanted to try whether his two handguard electric hooks could lock the opponent's blade. The double hook "rattle" locked Shen Xue, and a smile resurfaced on the face of the man surnamed Tu.

Zhou Zijian didn't mind, and as soon as his body turned, he pulled back the heavy snow. A spark as bright as a star bloomed in the air. The middle-aged man looked at the double hooks in his hand again, leaving two deep grooves. The man surnamed Tu couldn't help but feel heartbroken.