At this moment, an inexplicable and strange feeling surged from his heart. His heart trembled, and he quickly turned around and looked behind him. Suddenly, he saw an extra person behind him. To be precise, it should be
An old man. The old man was in ragged clothes, with a stooped waist, messy white hair, and a beard that seemed to have not been trimmed for many years. It hung down wantonly. He looked like a beggar.
However, Leng Xuan was not at all contemptuous or careless. The old man appeared out of thin air behind him, but he did not notice it, which showed how powerful this old man was. "Who are you?" he asked.
However, the old man looked at him quietly without saying a word. Upon seeing this, Leng Xuan was about to continue asking questions, but saw the old man suddenly rushing towards him. The other party's speed was extremely fast, not to mention the naked eye, even if it was
His power of insight was unable to capture the figure of the other party. Leng Xuan's expression changed, and he didn't dare to think too much and stepped back. However, as soon as he stepped back more than ten meters, the old man appeared in front of him.
Looking at the fleshy palm that quickly enlarged in his eyes, Leng Xuan knew that he could not dodge, so he immediately gritted his teeth and directly made a fist to face it.
"Bang!" There was a loud sound, and Leng Xuan retreated for more than twenty meters before he stabilized his figure. Compared to his embarrassment, the old man stood there calmly, as if the palm just now was just
Just take a random photo.
"How awesome!" Leng Xuan was secretly shocked. Although he only passed one move, the casualness shown by the other party shocked him. The old man in front of him was definitely a strong man in the spiritual realm.
"Why is he a little guy from the Xuan Realm? What the hell did the guy named Song do?" The old man seemed to have a bad impression of Leng Xuan, which could be seen from the impatience in his eyes.
Leng Xuan took a deep breath, and then slowly raised his right hand. Immediately, the Red Crow Sword and the Heaven-defying Armor were summoned at the same time. The old man in front of him was too powerful, and he had to do it with all his strength. But at this time, following him
With this move, the old man's plain and cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked: "What is your name?"
"Leng Xuan." Although he didn't know the other person's background, he still answered him truthfully.
"Leng Xuan?" The old man's eyebrows suddenly raised high, a strange look flashed on his face, and then he said something very puzzling: "Are you Leng Xuan? Strange, why is he here... No?
Yeah..." By the end of the sentence, it had become a soliloquy.
"Do you know me?" Leng Xuan couldn't help but be startled. After thinking carefully, he couldn't think of such a person among the people he knew. What's more, this was still in the fairy world, and it was impossible for anyone to know him.
"Maybe I know him, maybe he doesn't." The old man said strangely, "Besides, what does this have to do with you?"
Leng Xuan was speechless, what kind of logic is this? If you want to know me, of course it matters. After thinking about it, he asked: "Who are you?"
"Me?" The old man raised a smile, "I have no name, others call me the old beggar, or the old beggar, whatever you want to call me." Leng Xuan frowned and said: "This is the fairy world, where did the beggar come from, why did the senior come?
Don't you dare to show your true face to others?" The old beggar smiled and said: "No matter what your true face is, no matter what your false face is, they are just a piece of shit, why should you care so much." As he said that, he took something out of his arms and threw it into Leng Xuan's.