"Hehe, Shaoxia, your mask. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" The white-haired old man who came from outside smiled, and when he approached, he took out a brand new mask.

So that the hermit had to suspect that he was dropped.

Where is this still hidden? The Hidden Line is a regular mask that covers the entire face, pure white, with overlapping runes on the sides of the forehead; But now this one is in the shape of a butterfly, revealing the forehead and mouth, and it is still silver, and there is a rune of flowing water on the right, which seems to be a word, but it is too wavy and watery to be seen at all.

Tianyinke didn't take it, looked at the white-haired old man and sneered: "Old man, are you mistaken?" ”

"If there's no mistake, you just take it."

Immediately, the hermit tightened his body, and he was in a state of preparation, he wanted to teach this old man a lesson, but in the end he held back and stretched out his hand to get the mask.

Without thinking about it, the white-haired old man withdrew his hand and put the mask away.

"What do you want to do?" The hermit looked angry in his eyes and asked the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man smiled calmly: "If you have the ability, come and get it yourself." ”

"Exactly." I have long wanted to teach this old man a lesson, and the hermit naturally will not let go of this opportunity, and after finishing his words, he rushed forward, and his right hand was straight into the white-haired old man.

It seems to be an ordinary move, and the white-haired old man frowned: the single knife in the palm knife went straight in.

In the eyes of the white-haired old man, this is not an outstretched hand, but a knife; A knife without knife energy and even less momentum, this is the real palm knife, with the palm into a knife.

The distance between the two sides was very close, so the hermit went straight in, wanting to roar at the white-haired old man, but he didn't expect that the white-haired old man had no intention of dodging, and he didn't move a step towards him.

The hermit was surprised in his heart, with this bearing, he must be a master.

Sure enough, just when the palm knife of the Heavenly Hermit was about to touch the white-haired old man, it was shaken open.

After taking six steps back in a row to stop his figure, Tianyin looked at the white-haired old man with a surprised face: I didn't see how he made a move just now, but it was a familiar feeling.

The white-haired old man smiled disdainfully: "With this ability, my old man can slaughter you without moving a single step." ”

Hearing the old man say this, the hermit was surprisingly not angry but laughed and sneered.

"Really?" He asked the white-haired old man back.

But the white-haired old man looked vigilant: This kid is going to be serious.

The Tianyin Ke stepped forward, and before he could even blink an eye, he disappeared, and the white-haired old man who saw it was also very surprised, and his footsteps moved, and he left the place with a sensitive body.

Just as the white-haired old man moved, a gust of wind struck him from behind.

The Tianyin Ke's body was extremely fast, and the palm knife in his right hand had already fallen on the white-haired old man's original position: what an old man, he flashed so fast.

Immediately, the hermit did not stop and chased after the white-haired old man, slashing and falling one after another.

But the strange thing is that the previous palm knives of the Heavenly Hermit had this extremely powerful sword qi, but now there is no trace of the sword qi at all, what happened?

A drop of cold sweat broke out on the white-haired old man's forehead, he really despised him too much just now, if he didn't instantly feel the danger and naturally dodged it, he was afraid that the knife would hit his back, and now he chased it even closer, and it seemed that he had to do it.

Hit?

The Sky Hermit actually slashed into the white-haired old man's back with a palm knife, but the Sky Hermit felt very strange and bloodless...... There is no sense of reality, it's like slashing a ball of gas?

Suddenly, the Sky Hermit felt a strong wind in his ears, and his heart was horrified: Afterimage? I cut it down by myself.

Just as he was awake, the Sky Hermit also disappeared into the same place out of thin air.

This old man is definitely not simple, and his martial arts are far above me. Thinking in his heart, the hermit had left the room and landed in the courtyard at some point.

His eyes were staring at the gust of wind in the room, and Leng Jun's face couldn't help but be moved.

But the Sky Hermit doesn't seem to notice that the real danger is around him.

For about ten seconds or so, the hermit trembled, he felt that there was something cold on his neck, and he didn't have to think about it, the hermit knew that it was a weapon on his neck.

Immediately, he heard the white-haired old man laughing within a step or two of him.

How so? When did he approach me?

Completely unable to believe what was in front of him, the white-haired old man could appear behind Tianyin Ke silently, and then put his hand on his neck.

"Palm knife?" The Heavenly Hermit said in surprise.

This old man also uses a palm knife? Then the one that broke me straight into it just now was also a palm knife? No wonder it feels so familiar, this is Loulan's three-knife palm, why does this old man understand?

No, since this old man knows the secret of concealment, he also knows that he is from Loulan, and he understands that Loulan uses his palm into a knife with three knives, he must have a lot of relationship with Loulan, but he doesn't know what he wants to do.

The hermit who was thinking about it on the side never found that the white-haired old man had stopped his hand, which is no wonder the hermit, because although the white-haired old man withdrew his hand, he still had qi to deter others, not knife qi.

"The reason why your speed is so fast that people can't see it clearly, I'm afraid it's the foot sword in the knife duel, right?" The white-haired old man asked with a satisfied look on his face.

The Sky Hermit was silent, but he didn't refute it, making the white-haired old man's statement more formal.

Then, the white-haired old man returned the mask to the Sky Hermit, told him to rest well, and left.

It is also inexplicable to make the hermit of the sky, but it also confirms one thing, this old man must be inseparable from Lou Languo, looking at the butterfly-shaped mask in his hand, the hermit felt a little painful in his heart, although the hidden line was broken, but it was also a hidden line, now this is not called a butterfly, but there is no way, or take it directly.

Silver Concealment: Defense 4000; Traits: Stealthy and tough.

After putting on the mask, the Sky Hermit was surprised, his defense went up, and the previous characteristic of being strong turned into tough, this is really hidden, but it has been repaired into the shape of a butterfly.

With this addition, the Heavenly Hermit can confirm his thoughts, the white-haired old man is related to Loulan Kingdom, and he has nothing to do with the cult.

Just now he should have tried his martial arts, even if he used the Sixteen Nights Battle, he might not be his opponent.

Seeing the white-haired old man coming back, the old man who was originally dressed as a servant smiled: "This kid's first two knife duels have been perfected, and it seems that he just hasn't comprehended the last duel." ”

"He could have exuded a sword aura to roar people, but he didn't do that, it can only be said that this kid understands the mystery of Loulan's three knives to turn into a knife with his palm, and he also practices the sword with his feet very well, and he can even think that the sword moves, increases his speed, and strengthens his attack, but to become a real teaching, this is far from enough, let alone a revival." Although the white-haired old man sighed a little, he also showed a look of relief.

Then, the white-haired old man said, "Tomorrow, let him practice hard, and if he can get out of the city, he will be able to become our teaching." ”

The hermit who was gradually reassuring in his heart didn't expect that the white-haired old man had set a trap for him again, waiting for him to pounce on himself.