Nangong Lang and several others, led by Ding Yu and Ma San'er, walked into the basement where the old madman was imprisoned.
The basement was completely silent and a little eerie.
"Huangfu Shengren..." Nangong Lang saw the white mass and did not dare to come near, so he just shouted loudly.
The white old man lowered his head slightly, his hands and wrists were hung up with iron ropes respectively, and he stood there without any movement.
Ding Yu and Ma San'er, who were walking at the front, stopped a dozen steps away from the old man. They didn't dare to go any closer and just watched with trepidation.
"Huangfu Shengren..." Nangong Lang shouted again, frowning slightly.
Ding Yu said tremblingly: "Master, Master, this old madman is not dead, is he?"
Nangong Lang denied it without thinking: "It's impossible. Anyone in this world who doesn't eat or drink for half a month will die, but he won't."
As he spoke, Nangong Lang pursed his lips towards Ding Yu, meaning that he wanted Ding Yu to step forward and wake up the old madman. He still had something to say to the old madman.
But Ding Yu was in a dilemma. He didn't dare to approach the old madman. It was too scary for this old madman to go crazy.
So Ding Yu winked at Ma San'er: "Ma San'er, go and wake him up. He is chained and won't do anything to you."
"This..." Ma San'er was also a little embarrassed. He cursed Ding Yu in his heart, "Crap, since he is chained and can't do anything to others, then why don't you go? You have to let me go."
Seeing Ding Yu and Ma San'er hesitating and refusing to step forward, Qin Haijun glanced at them with disdain: "Fuck, you are so timid as a mouse, not like a man at all. You've got a man's skin for nothing."
, let me come, I am not afraid of any old lunatic."
Qin Haijun strode forward and reached out to grab the old man's hair.
"Old guy, don't pretend to be dead..." Qin Haijun cursed and stretched out his hand, but just when his hand was about to get close to the old man's gray hair, he suddenly shuddered and felt a cold feeling.
Chill radiated from the old man's body and shot straight to his outstretched hand, and then the chill surged throughout his body.
Qin Haijun was shocked. As a special soldier, he immediately realized that this old man was an expert. The cold and hazy aura emitting from his body could only be experienced by people who have practiced kung fu for many years. Qin Haijun suddenly
He took back his outstretched hand and stared at the motionless white old man with wide eyes.
White hair, white beard, white robe, and even the lowered eyebrows are all white. Although he looks a little embarrassed when chained up at this time, he still can't hide the fairy-like spirit all over his body.
Human breath.
"Junzi, don't underestimate this old madman. Do you know why I asked Ding Yu to lock him up with a special iron chain? He is an expert, an expert you can't imagine." Nangong Lang raised his chin slightly and said coldly.
said.
"I can see it, A Lang, who is he?" Qin Haijun asked in a serious tone.
"Junzi, you know about the Iron Blood Sect. He is the former master of the Iron Blood Sect and its current grandmaster. He is a martial arts master who is hard to find in the world." Nangong Lang said. Although he imprisoned the old man here, but when it comes to this
As an old man, he couldn't help but feel a little admiration. This old guy was really terrifying.
Qin Haijun frowned: "A member of the martial arts world? The Iron Blood Sect? Is it the ancient martial arts sect that has been passed down for many years?"
Nangong Lang nodded solemnly.
"Many famous sects in the martial arts have gradually declined with the changes of the times. Even martial arts novels have also disappeared. Many sects have even disbanded or perished. Those that have not perished are hiding in the jungle.
, no longer show their faces in the secular world. Of course, in order to survive, some sects have to let their disciples work as bodyguards or thugs in the secular world to earn money to support the only remaining members of the sect, such as the Iron Blood Sect, the headquarters of the Iron Blood Sect.
Now hidden in a dense forest in the Greater Khingan Mountains, there are many disciples in the sect who practice martial arts all day long. After all, the people of the Iron Blood Sect are also human beings. They also have to eat and clothe themselves, so in order to feed the people in the sect, they
I had to send some disciples to work as bodyguards and thugs in the secular world to earn money."
Nangong Lang said and looked at the white old man: "This old madman is Huangfu Shengren, the sixteenth generation master of the Iron Blood Sect, and one of the only remaining masters in the martial arts sect. I heard that he has special skills and can surrender.
Dragon's Eighteen Palms and other strange martial arts that we think only appear in novels or TV, and he will also have amenorrhea. Don't get me wrong, this amenorrhea is not the amenorrhea that women have when they have menstrual problems, but the amenorrhea that occurs all over the body.
The meridians, nerves and blood are all closed, preventing them from flowing anymore and stopping working. He looks no different from a dead person. He can continue to live without eating or drinking water. This is why he is kept here for half a month without eating.
The reason why you are still safe and sound even if you don’t drink.”
After listening to Nangong Lang's words, Ding Yu and Ma San'er were shocked. Damn, is there really such a master and strange person in the world? What amenorrhea? It must be a kind of Qimen martial arts thing, I don't understand.
However, Ding Yu has heard about the Iron-Blooded Sect. I remember that when I was a kid, I loved watching The Legend of the Condor Heroes, and the Iron-Blooded Sect was mentioned in it. However, Ding Yu always thought that it was just a TV series and not true at all. But now it seems that in this world,
There really is an Iron-Blooded Sect, and this ancient martial arts sect has been preserved to this day. What is even more bizarre is that he actually saw the leader of the Iron-Blooded Sect, the first-generation grandmaster Huangfu Shengren. Ding Yu felt vaguely like
As if in a dream, the arrival of Nangong Lang and others gave him too much shock, first the profound background, and now the leader of the Iron-Blooded Sect, Huangfu Shengren.
Before, Ding Yu just asked Ding Yu to lock Huangfu Shengren here without telling Ding Yu Huangfu Shengren's identity. Now he knows that this terrifying old madman turned out to be an outsider. But why did Nangong Lang want to
Imprisoning this master? And imprisoning him in his own villa?
Qin Haijun was more or less shocked. This man who had been in the iron-blooded furnace of the army for many years would not usually take someone or something seriously, but now, he became interested in Huangfu Shengren.
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"Huangfu Shengren..." Qin Haijun muttered the name silently. At this moment, the chained old man suddenly moved. Ding Yu and Ma Saner were so frightened that they screamed and took several steps back.
This is not to blame for their cowardice, because they have seen with their own eyes how terrifying this old madman can be when he goes crazy.
Qin Haijun was also startled, took two steps back slightly, and unconsciously made a defensive posture.
The old man raised his head slightly, his gray hair contrasting with his gray beard and eyebrows. Although he had been imprisoned for half a month and had half of his martial arts disabled, the old man did not show any signs of haggard or surrender, and his eyes were bright and bright.
"Junzi, be careful. Although this old guy's martial arts has been partially ruined, his power is enough to scare people." Nangong Lang reminded.
"What? You abolished his martial arts? Qin Haijun was surprised.
"Hmph, I spent a lot of effort to bribe one of this old guy's disciples to tamper with his tea and then took the opportunity to cripple half of his martial arts. Otherwise, do you think that with his terrifying strength?
, can we imprison him here?" Nangong Lang shook his head and smiled bitterly. In order to deal with Huangfu Shengren, he really spent a lot of effort, and finally used cruel and despicable methods to take down this old guy.
Huangfu Shengren raised his head and looked at Nangong Lang aside. Although the lights in the basement were a little dim, he still recognized Nangong Lang at a glance. The muscles on his face could not help but tense and twitch, and his piercing eyes
He was filled with hatred in an instant.
Seeing the old man's expression full of hatred, Ding Yu was so frightened that his legs weakened: "Da, eldest young man, this old guy is going crazy again. He is very scary when he is crazy. We still... we still stay away from him.
Better..."
Nangong Lang stood still, but it could be seen that he had a trace of unconcealable fear in his heart. Even though Huangfu Shengren's power was half disabled and he was still locked up with a special iron chain, once he was angered, he could not hide his fear.
It's unlikely that this old guy's terrifying strength will be unleashed.
However, although Huangfu Shengren was angry, he did not go crazy like yelling before. He was very calm, perhaps because he saw that his enemy Nangong Lang was too angry, and he was so angry that he became calm. When you are extremely angry, you are calm.
"Huangfu Shengren, I came to see you, you didn't expect me to come, did you?" Nangong Lang said calmly, holding back the fear in his heart.