The old man has white beard, white hair and white eyebrows. His dark and weathered face is covered with wrinkles, his eye sockets are dry and sunken, and his body is thin and slightly stooped, giving him an extremely old appearance.
But his eyes are deep and bright, and his gaze is as sharp as a knife, extremely aggressive, and his rickety body exudes the power of a king that makes people kneel down and surrender.
Zhang Xiaozu knew in his heart that the old man in front of him was the White Tiger Lord transformed from the White Tiger Holy Beast.
He was dressed in a white feathered coat, and looked handsome and elegant. When he was young, he must have been a handsome young man who was handsome and suave and charmed thousands of girls.
"Well, it should be the charm of thousands of tigresses, but it may also be love across races." Zhang Xiaozhu thought in a wicked way.
But he didn't dare to be disrespectful at all. He knelt down in front of the old man and said gratefully: "Thank you, senior, for teaching me divine power and for giving me guidance in times of crisis. Please accept my respect!"
The old man accepted Zhang Xiaopou's kneeling and asked again: "What was the last punch you used just now? Where and who did you learn it from?"
Zhang Xiaozu stood up, scratched his head in embarrassment, and replied: "I don't know what this boxing is called. I learned it on the stone wall of an ancient ruins. Unfortunately, I only learned a superficial knowledge and failed to learn it all. Senior
Do you know this boxing technique?"
He didn't tell the truth.
He learned this boxing technique from Golden Bones on the beach of Qihai.
The boxing technique was extremely difficult, and it took him half a month to master the punch just now.
The reason why he didn't tell the old man was, firstly, because the golden bones were his secret and he couldn't tell anyone casually. Secondly, because the old man was moody and didn't know whether he and the golden bones were friends or foes, so it was better to be careful.
Judging from the old man's tone, he knew this boxing technique, so Zhang Xiaozu asked back to see if he could learn the identity of Golden Bones from him.
"Hmph!" The old man snorted through his nostrils and did not respond to Zhang Xiaopou's words.
He did know this boxing technique. Its name was "Fuhu Fist" and it was created by a very powerful guy.
The creative process was extremely unfriendly and made him resist recalling it.
Zhang Xiaozu saw that the old man was unwilling to say more and had a bad look on his face. He seemed to have a grudge against the golden bones, so he did not dare to ask any more questions.
He saw that the old man's eyes were wandering, as if he was lost in memories, and he did not dare to disturb him, so his eyes fell on Shen Weiran's body and he walked over lightly.
"What an amazing baby!"
Zhang Xiaozu came closer and was shocked to find that the sharp blades and spikes that were flattened and broken by him, as well as several places that were torn into pieces, were all restored to the original state. He was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear, because from now on
This armor is his.
But after circling Shen Weiran twice, he found that he had no way to start. The armor was tightly fitted from head to toe, and he didn't know how to take it off from Shen Weiran's body.
"There should be a shutdown button."
Zhang Xiaozu muttered, recalling in his mind the situation when Shen Weiran was wearing the Xuanming Armor, and then shifted his gaze to Shen Weiran's right hand. He remembered that the Xuanming Armor was activated on Shen Weiran's right hand.
He picked up Shen Weiran's right hand and searched for it, and sure enough, he found a recessed, round button the size of his little finger in the palm of his hand.
Zhang Xiaozu stretched out his little finger and poked the button, but there was no response at all.
"The mechanism is under your nose." The old man's voice sounded.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaozu immediately looked at Shen Weiran's jaw, and sure enough he saw a button, which was the same as the one in the palm of his right hand. It was also recessed, perhaps because he was afraid of accidentally touching it during the battle.
Click!
Zhang Xiaozu poked it with his finger, and the button sank, making a click, but after the sound, there was no response.
"Press both sides together." The old man reminded again.
Zhang Xiaozu did what he was told.
Swish, brush, brush!
Pressing the two buttons together, all the sharp blade spikes were instantly retracted. Immediately, the armor began to rapidly fold and shrink from the feet, and finally shrunk into a black square card the size of a palm, shaped like a jade pendant.
Zhang Xiaozu held the square card in his hand and could hardly feel the weight. He was very surprised and couldn't figure out how such a small thing could become such a hard armor.
"This is a space magic weapon. It was made by an ancient master and has extraordinary power." The old man seemed to know the doubts in Zhang Xiaozu's heart and spoke out the origin of the Xuanming Armor.
brush!
Zhang Xiaozu held the square card and pressed the card slots on both sides inward. He felt a force explode in his palm, and then the cold armor began to cover his body.
In just a few breaths, the Xuan Ming Armor unfolded completely, covering his entire body.
The entire armor weighs only ten to twenty kilograms, which is as light as nothing to Zhang Xiaopou.
He used the white tiger's divine power and punched in front of him, causing the air to be squeezed by the force of the fist and making a deafening explosion.
"Amazing!" Zhang Xiaozu couldn't help but marvel, because the power and speed of this punch were doubled, and he thought to himself: "No wonder this guy can fight with two parts of the White Tiger's divine power against my three parts of the White Tiger, and he also has three parts. Be able to gain the upper hand.
Fortunately, my physical skills are far better than his, otherwise I would definitely die in his hands today."
Recalling the life-and-death fight with Shen Weiran, Zhang Xiaozu felt lingering fear and couldn't help but shudder.
"With the help of this Nether Armor, I can fight against the Star Destruction Realm, and I will have more confidence in going to the Shen family in Zhongzhou to save my mother." Zhang Xiaozhu was happy in his heart.
Swish, brush, brush!
With a thought, all the sharp blades and spikes appeared instantly, giving him a powerful feeling that he could fight gods and demons.
"Haha... so cool!" Zhang Xiaozu couldn't bear the excitement in his heart and opened his mouth to laugh.
The old man snorted and sneered: "If you leave the ruins wearing this armor, I guarantee that you will not live long."
"Ah?!" Zhang Xiaopou was so frightened by the old man's words that he hurriedly asked: "Why did the senior say this? Is there some kind of curse on this armor?"
"There are three different saint spiritual marks on this armor, which must have been left by the ancestors of this boy's family. What do you think will happen after you wear it and leave the ruins?" the old man asked with a sneer.
Zhang Xiaozhu's face turned pale when he heard this, and a cold feeling surged in his heart, because if the old man didn't remind him, and he left the ruins with the Xuanming Armor without knowing it, the Saint Ancestor of the Shen family would immediately sense the spiritual imprint and come to find him.
Him, then he will definitely die.
"Senior has boundless magical power and unparalleled supernatural power. It will be effortless to erase the spiritual imprints of the three saints. Please help me, I would like to thank you." Zhang Xiaozu immediately begged the old man.
The old man stroked his beard and said: "If you don't ask me, I will help you remove the spiritual marks on it.
I will teach you the power of the White Tiger, and I will also teach you the combat skills of the White Tiger in the future. You are the guardian chosen by me, how can I let you stand under a dangerous wall?"
"Thank you for the favor, senior. The junior must study hard and practice hard to live up to the favor and expectations of the senior." Zhang Xiaozhu was overjoyed when he heard this and quickly saluted and thanked him.
The white tiger's fighting skills were so powerful that he almost narrowed his eyes to a slit.
"Don't move." The old man warned, then stretched out his hand and pressed on Zhang Xiaopou's chest. With a burst of magical power, Zhang Xiaopou flew out, flying straight forty or fifty feet before falling to the ground.
Zhang Xiaopou got up without itching or pain, because the old man's palm force did not hurt him, but what made him stunned was that the Xuanming Armor's breast shield was completely dented.
The three old men from the Shen Family and Saint Ancestor Peak in Zhongzhou who were sitting in the cave cultivating suddenly felt a pain in their eyebrows and opened their eyes suddenly.
"Senior, are you okay?" Zhang Xiaozu ran back in a hurry and asked expectantly.
"Okay." The old man nodded and warned: "Before you have the strength to fight against the saint, it is best not to show off wearing it everywhere."
"No, no." Zhang Xiaozu shook his head repeatedly, thinking that he was not stupid. Showing off everywhere in Xuanming Armor, he was not hanging himself to death.
Then he squatted next to Shen Weiran, pulled off the Sumeru mustard seeds from his fingers, stretched them out in front of the old man and asked: "Senior, can you see if there are any spiritual marks on this?"
"No." The old man shook his head, but his eyes fell on Shen Weiran's body and said, "He has it."
"I'll go!" Zhang Xiaozu was speechless.
However, considering that Shen Weiran is the heir whom the Shen family focused on training, most of the bones in his body must have awakened the power of the ancient immortals, so it is understandable.
"I have to ask senior for help. This guy's body will be of great use to me." Zhang Xiaozhu requested.
boom!
The old man kicked Shen Weiran away and said, "That's it."
"..." Zhang Xiaozu was very... envious of this simple and crude method, thinking that if one day he could have such strength, he would have to show off his authority in front of the younger generation.
The old man put his hands behind his back and suddenly exuded a power from his body. He stared at Zhang Xiaopou with a serious look and said in a majestic voice: "You have inherited the White Tiger's magical power and combat skills and become the White Tiger's guardian. You have only one task, and that is to protect the White Tiger."
The cub grows until his holy soul awakens."
"This junior will definitely do his best." Zhang Xiaopou nodded and said, there will be no pie in the sky. He will get the white tiger's magical power and combat skills, and then help others protect their descendants. It is fair.
"You will, because you have signed a life and death contract with the white tiger cub. If he dies, you will die. If you die, he will not die." The old man said in a calm voice.
"..." Zhang Xiaozu really wanted to imitate Xin Jitong, so he also said: "This is not fair!"
But the old man's simple and crude behavior prevented him from doing so.
Zhang Xiaopou looked around and asked: "Senior, where is the white tiger cub? Is it on Baihu Mountain?"
"After I teach the White Tiger combat skills to you, I will hand him over to you," the old man said.
"Senior, can I restore my cultivation?" Zhang Xiaozu asked.
"what are you up to?"
"I have a subtle state of mind, which can help me learn your combat skills better." Zhang Xiaozu said.
"Don't bother, put the armor away." The old man said.
Zhang Xiaopou put away the Xuanming Armor as ordered, and the armor turned into a black square card and was held in his hand.
The old man suddenly stretched out his hand and touched Zhang Xiaopou's forehead with one finger.
Zhang Xiaozu's body trembled suddenly, and he felt a burst of energy rush into the sea of consciousness between his eyebrows, and many things were like imprints, imprinted directly on his soul.
He felt something in his heart, sat down cross-legged, and understood the energy inheritance imprinted on his soul.
This chapter has been completed!