Xu Ming used his hand knife to break the old man's energy and finally won some chances to speak.

"I said, "Master, no matter how you ask, you don't ask, just take action!"

"What the North Death Soldiers, I have nothing to do with them, I'm just hungry..."

Before Xu Ming could finish his words, the old man sneered.

"Stop telling me any excuses. Is your Northern Death Soldier the same method as you can?"

"If this is true, it would be a word that insults the death warrior."

After saying that, he flashed toward Xu Ming, and the latter couldn't help but feel a little bit of real fire when he saw this.

For such a weird old man with a muscle mind, perhaps only by using all his strength can he clearly know that he has nothing to do with the Northern Death Soldiers.

The old man with strong qi protects his body is even more amazingly fast.

Originally, Xu Ming didn't plan to use a hatchet hanging around his waist, but it was obvious that the old man was so resolute, so he had to use the knife when he saw this.

The familiar hilt fell into Xu Ming's hand here. At this moment, the feeling of flesh and blood intersecting was like turning him back and forth to the bamboo sea that he had never left for thirty years.

His sword technique has long been imprinted in every inch of muscle and every cell, and Xu Ming did not deliberately stimulate the spiritual energy in his body.

But the surging sword intent has turned into the best commander to guide the pure spiritual energy cured by the three-color golden elixir in his dantian into an unrivaled blade, ruthlessly slashing towards the oncoming Qi and the old man wrapped in it.

The hatchet, which seemed to be a bit dull, burst out with a sharp aura that was beyond imagination.

The collision between the qi and the blade caused by the air waves even wiped out everything around.

The air waves hit the wall specially treated by the old man, making a dull sound.

And a crisp sound of shattering has emerged from the walls.

But this time, the old man was the first to retreat because he discovered the hatchet in the hand of the young man in front of him, which seemed to be not an ordinary person.

Moreover, this sword technique was obviously guided by famous sword technique masters, and the moment the sword was released, there was no leakage of force. It completely collided with his body protection energy and could not be at a disadvantage.

Think about it, there is indeed no such figure among the Northern Death Soldiers.

Otherwise, how could the Lu family spend so much effort to cultivate a dead soldier?

The old man said that he was also a cheerful person, but when he thought about it, he stopped first.

When Xu Ming saw the old man retreat, he also put his knife back on his waist.

"Boy, I see that you have extraordinary sword skills. Does your master have a name? Let's hear it..."

Seeing that the old man finally gave up the idea of ​​taking action against him, Xu Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Because the sword he just slashed out had at least 80% of his strength, but it was obviously still unable to break through the old man's protective energy.

Obviously, this person's cultivation is only higher than his own, but he just asked about his master's name.

Xu Ming thought about it for a long time, but it seemed that he had not remembered the farmer's mention.

Of course, he has been obsessed with sword techniques for the past thirty years and has not found a chance to ask.

Such awkward stillness made the old man think that the master behind him had any secrets that could not be revealed, so he simply stopped asking.

After all, those senior masters don’t like their names being mentioned by the world.

"Boy, since you are not the North Death Soldiers, why are you still wandering around the streets during the curfew in the city?"

The old man's words were considered a question, and Xu Ming said after hearing this.

“Because I’m hungry….”

The old man laughed loudly when he heard this, and seemed extremely cheerful. It seemed that he didn't expect that he would meet a simple junior like Xu Ming in the middle of the night.

Although he knew that the cultivators were not very interested in ordinary food, the old man still ordered the servants in the yard to prepare a banquet for Xu Ming.

It was a plea for the misunderstanding just now, and of course this was a plea for Xu Ming.

A few pieces of dry cakes only temporarily suppressed the Five Insect Temples surging inside his body. If you really want to satisfy your craving, you have to use meat to sacrifice.

There was a lot of noise in the yard before, and the servants hid in the room and dared not come out.

Now that the crisis has gone, I am busy, and it seems that I have become accustomed to everything in front of me.

Xu Ming paid attention to this characteristic and thought to himself.

"It seems that this old man must be in a prominent position. It is obviously not the first time such a desperate assassination."

The old man took the robe handed over by the servant and put it on casually before he said.

"Boy, you and I can't be acquainted. Since your master's name says no, you should have a name."

"What's the name? Tell me."

After thirty years of boring experience, Xu Ming's mind and nature have long been different from the past. He has long had the means to deal with the old man's questions.

"The name is just a code name. What I am even more curious about is that the senior has such skills to live in this simple town. It seems that there are some secrets that cannot be said..."

Xu Ming's words made the old man laugh loudly. He naturally became loving talents for such a meticulous junior.

"You are a little tricky, you are a little tricky. My name is easy to remember. I think you saw it when you first entered the city..."

Xu Ming, who heard this, couldn't help but remember the two weathered words engraved on the city wall.

"Lin Tao?"

"Lintao is just a homonym. My real name is Lingtao. Before retirement, I was considered a master, but my life seemed a little uneasy."

After saying that, Ling Tao looked coldly at the bodies of the former North Lin dying soldiers being carried away by his servants.

Seeing this, Xu Ming wanted to say something else, but the servant beside him said respectfully.

"Master, the food is ready."

"Okay, you'll step down first."

"yes....."

In this way, Xu Ming and Ling Tao came to a not-so-large side room, and the table table made by Taomu was already filled with delicious food.

The aroma of the food mixed together made Xu Ming's hunger that was originally suppressed by the dry cakes regained his hunger.

Ling Tao, who was standing beside him, was also a person with a temperament, and he smiled and said with a smile when he saw this.

"A real man is not careful with his own rules and does not have to pretend to be polite like outsiders."

After saying that, he actually pulled off a roast chicken leg and started eating it in a few bites.

While eating, it seemed that he was also evaluating the skills of his own chef.

Seeing this, Xu Ming no longer held his composure and started moving his mouth.

Of course, he didn't have to worry about the poison in these foods, because the three-color golden elixir in his body is the best detoxification medicine in the world.

Because of the existence of the Refining Heaven Creation Art, there are dual guarantees of burning blood and strange fire.

This made Xu Ming add a way to save his life after entering the Jiedan realm that ordinary people could not have.

The two of them were eating and talking. Although they were a lot apart in age, they were quite in love when they talked.

Just as the two were talking to each other, the sky in the distance slowly dawned...

The news of the assassination failed finally reached the ears of the old man in the Lu family at this time.

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Chapter completed!