He Yifan was helpless, and the black-robed old man continued to look for the formation gate, and He Yifan couldn't help but say: "Old man, you said that you are from this Vientiane Gate, so why don't you know the formation above this ancient town at all?"

The black-robed old man was silent for a long time and said: "I have already said that the formation in this ancient town is just in case of emergency; when I was here, the formation was not opened at all; maybe it was later when the chaos came, and the people from Vientiane Gate opened the formation!"

"Are you the one who followed Elder Wu out of the valley back then?"

The black-robed old man nodded undeniably and said, "Exactly!"

"That's strange! Back then, the outer gate of Vientiane was wiped out by the forces of the rivers and lakes, and Yanyulou made a lot of efforts. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info How could the old gentleman enter the Yanyu Building for no reason?" Chu Hanxuan turned around and asked strangely;

Hearing this, the black-robed old man paused, raised his head and glanced at Chu Hanxuan, and said leisurely: "Little girl, these are all old things in the rivers and lakes from a hundred and ten years ago, how do you know?"

When Chu Hanxuan heard this, she turned around and said playfully: "Vientiane Gate thought that the senior surnamed Sheng told me!"

Who knew that before Chu Hanxuan's words fell, the black-robed old man flashed in front of her eyes like lightning, his thin hand pinched Chu Hanxuan's immature fragrant shoulder, and said coldly: "Who are you talking about?"

Facing the lightning-like black-robed old man, He Yifan didn't react, he felt that the breath of the old man behind him skyrocketed, and when the black-robed old man grabbed Chu Hanxuan, the soul-breaking knife in He Yifan's hand had not yet been completely unsheathed;

Right now, Chu Hanxuan was pinched in the hands of the black-robed old man, and He Yifan didn't dare to act rashly; Chu Hanxuan was also startled by this sudden change, and was speechless for a while; only to hear the black-robed old man ask again: "Who do you say?"

Chu Hanxuan replied in a muttered voice: "A senior surnamed Sheng!"

"Male or female?"

"Female?"

"How old?"

"I can't see it! I'm very old anyway! But the voice is very good!"

Hearing this, the black-robed old man was trembling all over, and asked again in a trembling voice, "Did she say it!"

"Sheng Qinghan!"

Sheng Qinghan's three words came out of Chu Hanxuan's mouth softly, and Chu Hanxuan's lark-like words reached the ears of the black-robed old man, but it was like a thunderbolt in his head;

The black-robed old man only felt dizzy, since he heard the name, he felt as if his head had been split open, and suddenly his anger surged, and he looked at Chu Hanxuan with hatred in his eyes and said, "Impossible! You are lying......"

Extremely angry, the black-robed old man raised his remaining left hand and slashed towards Chu Hanxuan; He Yifan was suddenly shocked, and the Soul Breaking Knife slashed down angrily, heading straight for the black-robed vest;

He Yifan didn't chase after a single blow, and ran towards Chu Hanxuan quickly;

It's just that while the two were running, they suddenly felt a strong wind flashing behind them, and a black figure appeared on the street not far ahead;

In desperation, He Yifan stood with a horizontal sword, protected Chu Hanxuan behind him, and looked at the black-robed old man coldly;

"Little girl, let me ask you again, who told you these things?" The black-robed old man standing not far away turned around slowly;

At this time, Chu Hanxuan was also completely unafraid, took a step forward, and said loudly: "Vientiane Gate, Sheng Qinghan, Sheng seniors told me!"

"Where is she now?"

"Outside the ancient town, the Jiuluan Qingmu Formation, the weeping branch melaleuca array is the Sheng senior. Chu Hanxuan said bluntly to the black-robed old man;

"Has she entered the formation? has made the formation of the Nine Luan Aoki Formation? Is she crazy?" The old man in the black robe seemed to be even more unable to believe everything Chu Hanxuan said;

"It's true! Senior Sheng said that he was willing to enter the battle because of someone he was waiting for!" He Yifan, who was on the side, also spoke;

"Waiting for someone! Waiting for someone! Waiting for someone!" The black-robed old man kept repeating He Yifan's words, as if he was about to collapse, and after a long time, he was heard to ask in a low voice, "Is she okay?"

"It's not very good! Sacrifice yourself into the battle, and be silent for nearly a hundred years! The face is like a withered tree, and the crane has goosebumps!" Thinking of Sheng Qinghan's appearance, Chu Hanxuan's heart also felt uncomfortable;

The black-robed old man who heard the words suddenly lost control, knelt on the street and cried; At this time, He Yifan and Chu Hanxuan believed a little more in the identity of the black-robed old man, and the people in front of them were afraid that they really had some ties with Vientiane Gate;

The sudden change of the black-robed old man in front of him made He Yifan and Chu Hanxuan, who were standing on the long street, suddenly blind;

At this time, Chu Hanxuan's maternal love was suddenly overflowing, and she said to the black-robed old man from afar: "Old man, you don't have to be so sad; ”

After a long time, the black-robed old man gradually stopped crying, slowly raised his head and said, "Are you the Uncle Sheng you saw a few days ago?"

"Exactly, it's just that at that time, Senior Sheng knew that his divine consciousness was not clear, and he was afraid that he would be robbed of his divine consciousness by the bloody firefly within a few days. Chu said implicitly worriedly;

At this time, He Yifan already understood the identity of the black-robed old man, and asked cautiously: "Are you Wu Jingcheng's apprentice?, and the person who Senior Sheng is waiting for is your master, Wu Jingcheng who came out of Vientiane Valley?"

The black-robed old man didn't answer, but just said to himself: "Uncle Sheng, a fairy-like figure, who would have thought that the first beauty of the Vientiane Gate would sit among the ancient trees and die in silence; Thinking about what a heroic figure Master was back then, Uncle Shi was as tender as water; When I was a teenager, when I first saw me on the long street, I was photographed by the demeanor of the two of them! Who knows, after a hundred years, Master was buried in Jiangnan; Uncle Shi and she have been waiting like this for nearly decades! Master, is it worth it?"

He Yifan and Chu Hanxuan, who were standing not far away for various reasons, also understood in their hearts that Wu Jingcheng wanted to bring Vientiane Gate into the WTO and revive the prestige of Vientiane Gate back then, but after all, time has passed, and in the hearts of people all over the world, Vientiane Gate has long ceased to be the lofty status of the Han Dynasty;

The husband is not guilty, he is guilty, Vientiane Gate has lost the protection of the Han Dynasty, lost the glory of the past, and was attacked by the forces of the rivers and lakes in a few days, so it has to be said that Wu Jingcheng's ideas were naïve in the past;

Sheng Qinghan didn't believe that the Si people had passed away, so he was willing to sacrifice his body and made a formation of the Jiuluan Qingmu Array, but he was also obsessed with obsession, and he was silent in the dense forest for a hundred years, and what he was waiting for was nothing more than his soul scattered;

At this time, He Yifan looked at the black-robed old man kneeling on the long street, and somewhat understood his thoughts in his heart, so he walked forward and said to the black-robed old man: "Old man, the Si people have passed away, and now Senior Sheng is afraid that he has lost his sense and turned into a walking corpse;

The black-robed old man slowly raised his head, looked at He Yifan in front of him, and asked, "You say, Master, why did he only understand before he died? Why did he not know what the most important thing was until he died?

The black-robed old man grabbed He Yifan painfully, and asked sharply, He Yifan didn't refute, just let him grab his hand; He Yifan understood that the black-robed old man at this time was also a person full of obsessions, an old man who couldn't let go of the obsession in his heart;

The black-robed old man kept asking, and he didn't know if he was asking He Yifan, or himself, or maybe he was asking the teacher who had long since died;

For a while, he spoke more and more rapidly, and the whole person seemed to be about to go crazy; He Yifan shouted loudly on the side: "Senior! Senior!"

But at this time, the old man didn't seem to listen to anything, stood up and scolded, and a string of names shouted out of his mouth, Gu Liangjun, Wu Jingcheng, Sheng Qinghan, Xiao Lianyue, and Lin Haizhou......

He is venting the pain that has been suppressed in his heart, and he has suppressed the pain for nearly a hundred years, why? Why did you all leave me one by one? Why? Obviously he was as brilliant as me back then, but he didn't fall into Sheng Qinghan's eyes? Why was Lin Haizhou favored? Why?

After a long roar, the black-robed old man spewed out a three-foot blood arrow from his mouth, and the whole person fell backwards!