In the moment of silence, time seemed to have frozen, and the pair of eyesless eyes of the old man in gray stared at Xu Lin's body, and Xu Lin looked back at the past not to be outdone.

Suddenly, in the stone room like a ghost candle reflecting on the surroundings, a low voice of rattling and laughter came from the throat and eyes of the gray-clothed old man, and then I heard the strange old man open his mouth and say: "The old man is just a gatekeeper, and he really can't stand the love of the son." ”

"The old-timers are humble. Xu Lin still looked directly at the old man's eyes, then thought about it, but continued: "Since the seniors are unwilling, the younger generations are not reluctant.

From beginning to end, Qinghong Zhenren, who was standing on the side, didn't say a word, didn't even look at the two people who were secretly competing, just stared at the grotto in the distance with a normal expression.

Xu Lin didn't understand what Qinghong Zhenren meant, getting such a strange old man out, and didn't give himself a reasonable explanation, but stood aside like a nobody?

Looking at the strange old man who no longer spoke, they still looked at each other and never looked away, and the corners of Xu Lin's mouth gradually opened a gap: "But then again, although the younger generation has stayed in the Black Bird Camp, but in charge of the Black Bird Camp, he is really a stupid boy who urines on the Kang, the first time, this is thinking about it, and it really can't be without the help of the old-timers." ”

"When I urinated on the kang, I remembered my father, this son, the old man really can't do it, I want to do it, I have to do it, I have to be the big one. ”

Listening to the quackling laughter of the gray-clothed old man, Xu Lin had already tried the answer he wanted, but he was not angry and laughed twice: "My father and mother died early, and the first two leaders of the Black Bird Battalion also seem to have died in front of the younger generations, as if God killed them, it seems that everyone above me died earlier than the younger generations." ”

"Good cub, ride a donkey to the old man's head!" Hearing Xu Lin's disrespectful words, the old man in gray who immediately became furious, seemed to not care about the Qinghong real people around him, even if he took a step forward, the momentum around him also rose sharply, and the momentum of the real person realm invaded like a mountain falling down on a rock.

With a sneer, the golden snake mark between Xu Lin's eyebrows suddenly lit up, which was completely different from the old man's magnificent momentum, Xu Lin's body was as if there was nothing, and the black robe on his body suddenly changed color, red like blood, and countless thin snake heads suddenly moved in the surrounding air, and he stood up with his head held high, hissing endlessly.

Seeing this scene, the face of the gray-clothed old man changed in vain, and even Qinghong Zhenren who was standing on the side was stunned for a moment, only to feel a great suction, and the head of the red silk snake that came out of Xu Lin's body kept sucking, and in an instant, the old man was sucked up like a mountain and a rock.

The old man in gray who had suffered a loss, in his eyes, white light flashed, staring fiercely at Xu Lin's clothes: "This baby, isn't it the cloud robe of the Yunshang Realm Lord back then?"

Xu Lin smiled: "The immortal mansion is even, who and what is it, the younger generation doesn't know, but now it's the younger generation." ”

"And what's going on with this red snake head?" The old man in gray still asked questions unrelentingly.

Stretching out his hand and pointing to the sky, Xu Lin continued: "Heaven-given things!"

Qinghong Zhenren standing on the side, only then remembered the scene of the catastrophe that day, Xu Lin did inspire this cloud robe treasure, and said that the heaven and earth recreated the rare magic weapon, there has been since ancient times, but there is no one in a thousand miles, this luck really befell Xu Lin?

"I want to give it a try!" As soon as the words fell, the old man in gray no longer talked nonsense, and suddenly came up, which made Xu Lin secretly scold his father, and then the ten thousand snakes turned like red waves, and the waves were endless, and the old man in gray who turned into a gray light blocked it. ”

However, the methods of this gray-clothed old man are really weird, his figure does not retreat, he spins around in mid-air, and after dodging the blow of a red silk snake head, he reaches out into a fist and quickly punches at Xu Lin.

The fist became a wave of qi, and the momentum was not big, but Xu Lin, who had an extremely accurate grasp of the qi, knew that the power of this blow was really asking for his own life, and at the same time, a touch of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and the red light around his body flashed a strange blood light again, but he saw a huge snake head that didn't know when, and was ready to bite over.

Relying on his own amazing physique, the old man in gray was not afraid and said: "Ten thousand snakes turn into one, but there are some means!"

But when the fist and the snake head collided, the gray-clothed old man's face changed again, and he only felt that the essence and blood vitality around his body seemed to be devoured and sucked by the snake's head.

But he hadn't finished saying this, it was a huge snake head that had just intersected with the old man's fist, and suddenly, it burst out, but it was not dispersed by the old man's strength, it was moved by Xu Lin's heart, and then he heard Xu Lin say loudly: "Heavenly things, do you really not understand or pretend to be confused, or do you really have no knowledge at all?"

At this time, Xu Lin had already moved to kill, and saw that the huge snake head, in an instant, spread out into countless red silk threads, writhing and dancing in the air, intertwined, and actually entangled the old man in gray who wanted to fight closely.

The snake's head is entangled in his body, the old man in gray has suffered the loss just now, and he regrets that he is a little big now, he originally thought that he was just a character who had just achieved a real person, how could he think of such a hot hand, but it was too late to find a situation, and he had to find a source.

So a wind blew, from the body of the old man in gray, the strength was fierce, like a wind knife, the knife passed everywhere, and the red rope and silk snakes broke together, but tens of thousands of silk threads and red ropes were more fluttering up, and Xu Lin sneered in the distance: "It turned out to be a refining body!"

I saw Xu Lin, who was motionless, standing in place, and the cloud robe around him swelled out a touch of cold red silk threads, as if surging towards the gray-clothed old man's body like a net, but his right hand had already touched the hilt of the golden snake sword pinned to his waist.

This scene also happened to be seen by the old man in gray who was in a hurry, the fact that Xu Lin is a sword cultivator, this is not a secret, and in the catastrophe some time ago, his sword cultivation talent is fully revealed in the eyes of the world, if at this time, let him slash with a sword without scruples, even the old man in gray who is quite confident in his physique does not dare to have the courage to face the sword cultivation in the first sword, and can't help but shout: "Break!"

The golden light is overwhelming, like the birth of a god, the body of the gray-clothed old man is filled with a fierce golden wind, this time it is as fast as chopping willows and cutting trees, not to mention, thousands of red silk snake heads, rushed by its bravery, and really rushed out, but this figure is really a bit wolf-bèi unbearable, how can there be a grandmaster style that is indispensable.

And looking at Xu Lin again, it was a red halo of thousands of snake heads, and the red cloud robe also reappeared back to its original black, but this right hand always held the hilt of the golden snake sword, and his eyes looked at Qinghong Zhenren who had already taken a step forward.

"The ancestor sent you here for the position of the camp master of the Black Bird Camp, and in the rules of the Black Bird Camp, the strong are respected, I guess you also understand. ”

The old man in gray wanted to come again, but because of Qinghong Zhenren's words, he forcibly pressed down, saluted Qinghong Zhenren, glared at Xu Lin with resentment, and then looked at his right hand holding the sword, without saying a word, turned around and left, and in an instant, he disappeared into the darkness, but Xu Lin felt a resentment as deep as the sea.

Qinghong Zhenren's gaze at Xu Lin was a little more smile and said, "Let's choose!"

Xu Lin pretended to smile embarrassedly, bowed to Qinghong Zhenren and said, "Yes!"

And under this implication, whether it is Xu Lin or Qinghong Zhenren, in his heart, he has different views on the affairs of Fangcai, what Qinghong Zhenren sees is Xuande Ancestor who is already sitting firmly in the position of teaching, and what he Xu Lin sees is that Qinghong Zhenren has to win over himself.

Kunlun, Xuande Ancestor, Demon Lord, and the sect masters of various sects, Xu Lin kept thinking about those names, but the last one who stayed was only the one behind him, the former master of the real person, Qinghong. (To be continued......)