The tough guy twisted his face, as if he was suppressing intense pain, and his black pupils shot straight into anger: "Chu Tiankuo, you are a good apprentice!"

When the words fell, the tough guy had fallen in pain, and he lost consciousness in an instant. The whole person fell into convulsions caused by the cold.

Xie Junhe stared at his remnant sword and was quite surprised. In his life, he has killed countless people, and even he can't count the masters injured by the sword just now, or he saw blood on the spot, or died immediately, but there has never been a person with such a bizarre injury. Is it really caused by the broken sword? I felt inexplicably uneasy in my heart.

The old man threw the bamboo cane, hurriedly stepped forward, looked at the tough guy's injured arm, and sighed slightly. He untied the gourd of wine from his loins, and poured the liquor into the wound. The tough guy still didn't move, and after a while, the purple halo on that arm gradually faded again.

"Huh!" Xie Junhe was even more surprised.

After a while, the tough guy's brows eased the condensation slightly, and it seemed that the pain had gradually faded.

"This wine can detoxify cold. The old man said, "The young man's sword at that time was enough to kill him." ”

"Huh?" Xie Junhe rubbed his head and rolled his eyes to reveal a naïve face. When will his sword have a deadly cold poison? Or is it the fault of that unlucky heart? What's even more bizarre is that this old man, obviously a tough guy wants to die, but he comes to the rescue, what is the reason?

"Who is he?"

"This man has been hunting me down for years. The old man said calmly, "It's just because of some misunderstanding." The old man even more bizarrely slammed his palm on the back of the tough guy's neck, and snickered childishly: "Let him sleep for half a day, it is enough!" he turned and walked to the bushes beside him.

"Chu Tiankuo!" Xie Junhe yelled at the lean back.

The old man raised his eyebrows with shining eyes: "Is there an apprentice who calls the name of the master?"

Xie Junhe instead said with a belly full of anger: "When did I become your apprentice?!"

"Drink my wine, learn my martial arts, get my piano scores, are you not my apprentice?"

Xie Junhe was choked up for a long time and didn't come back to his senses: "This, this, this-I won't drink your wine anymore, Changhe Yinpu will return you, anyway, I can't understand it, I won't use the cold air of the frozen person in this life, and I will pay you back!"

"That's not called the cold breath of the Frozen Man!" the old man corrected, "That's a peerless martial art, called the Cold Ice Technique." Gather the qi of extreme yin, defeat the enemy with one blow, and quickly kill people. The next time Shaoxia uses this trick, he must be cautious. ”

Xie Junhe said impatiently: "What the fuck is it, I will pay you back anyway!"

"Who believes it? cut off your head, and these three accounts can be settled. The old man turned his head strangely and stared at his broken sword, as if he really wanted him to kill himself on the spot.

Xie Junhe blinked his eyes and opened his mouth. It is really not too much to say that life is reciprocated. Even if you don't count today's account, from the time the snow was transmitted through the air, this old man had already set his eyes on him, and then saved his life. However, whether you call yourself a master or lose your head, how can you have such an unreasonable choice?

This is really a bandit encountering a bandit, a ruffian meeting a scoundrel, and a shameless person bumping into a faceless one.

The old man looked up to the sky and laughed: "Don't you want to, then be my apprentice! Keep up, my good apprentice!" and waved his hand at him, not giving him room to turn around at all. He didn't move, and the old man smiled again: "Didn't you want to go to Leng Fengyi?"