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Chapter 868

Chapter 868

It was entirely a coincidence that I was able to reach the pinnacle of Chinese martial arts at the age of less than twenty.

To put it more clearly, it is the new life given by my innate true phoenix fate.

A phoenix rises from the ashes and is reborn. In the vastness of China, I am definitely the only one.

In the words of San Bo, no one except me would have such a heaven-defying creation.

But what happened to Dao Huo'er?

The facts are in front of me, and I can't find a reasonable explanation.

Talented to be a monster? This is more than just a monster.

In the Six Meridians of China, even if you gather hundreds of thousands of disciples together, you still won't be able to find a terrifying existence comparable to Dao Huo'er.

Could it be that she is not a human but a spirit?

This idea welled up in my mind and was out of control.

The one-eyed old man's true form is the Taoist locust tree. What is that fire?

A fire?

In the conversation just now, I don’t know whether what she said is true or false.

She said she was hundreds of years older than me.

Mortals in the world, even old monsters who have entered the semi-immortal realm, have a lifespan of three hundred years.

Several hundred years old, over three hundred years old?

If so, only the spirit body can do this.

"Hey, come here." The little girl shook her legs and said leisurely: "Tell me about what's going on down the mountain."

I found a clean brick to cushion, bowed and sat in front of Dao Huo'er and said, "You ask, I'll answer."

The girl said enthusiastically: "Children at the foot of the mountain, well, at my age, what are they doing?"

"Old drunkards say they are just like me, sitting at home in a daze every day, counting ants."

"But last year, no, in March this year, a handyman disciple told me that the children at the foot of the mountain would go to school to study and play in the playground."

"Can sing, dance, play games..."

"By the way, what is a piano?"

"There are also candied haws, are they real haws?"

Dao Huo'er asked a lot of questions, his simple little face full of thirst for knowledge about things at the foot of the mountain.

I answered them one by one and told her in detail.

From schools, to playgrounds, to children's lives.

It lasted more than an hour and my mouth was dry.

Seeing that it was almost dawn, Dao Huoer left reluctantly.

That's all, she told me again and again that I must wait for her to come tonight.

I took advantage of the situation and put forward the conditions, saying that Laohuaishu was deliberately targeting me and might tire me to death, so I didn't have the energy to talk about this.

Dao Huo'er's eyes were blazing and he said: "Don't worry, whoever dares to stop me from listening to the story, I will cut him into pieces."

"Whoosh."

There was a lingering sound, but the little girl was nowhere to be seen.

Soon, the pitiful roar of the old locust tree could be heard from the warehouse in the backyard of the yard.

"Sneak attack, another sneak attack. Anyone who has the ability to do so can come and catch me."

"Xiao Huo'er, you are eating everything and hurting me for the sake of an outsider."

"Oh oh oh, my heart hurts."

"Decades of friendship can't compare to a new brat."

I caught it with my mind and saw the old guy being beaten so hard that he vomited blood.

This time, Dao Huo'er is serious.

It wasn't until someone swore with tears that he would never trouble me again, that the girl gave up.

And I put on my night clothes and headed straight to the sixth peak of Daomen.

Through induction during the day, I discovered that the most central location of Taoist Qi Luck is at the sixth peak.

To be precise, it is on the cliff to the left of the Sixth Peak Hall.

There, I even sensed the unique aura of the one-eyed old man.

Along the way, I flew very carefully.

Eyes see in six directions, ears listen in all directions, and the mind explores.

Unlike the lax patrols at the Military Courtyard, the guards at the Sixth Peak are extremely tight.

They are all guarded by inner disciples, from the stairs up the mountain to the open space at the back of the mountain.

I roughly estimated that there were at least seventy or eighty people, forming more than a dozen teams, moving around in turns.


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