"What a strange combination!" Gu Botong was speechless.
Ning Fan took a step forward, pointed the Immortal Slayer Sword in his hand at the two old turtles, and asked: "Where are you creatures from, and what are you doing here?"
At this time, the old monkey, who seemed to have been thinking about something, moved his eyes, looked at Ning Fan with a confused look, and then lowered his eyes for a flash.
"Master, the soup made by this talking turtle must be delicious, right?" Xuanyuan couldn't help but wipe his saliva.
The old turtle suddenly appeared and shouted angrily: "Kid, are you so vicious at such a young age? How did Mr. Turtle offend you?"
"And why don't you eat this old monkey? His meat is obviously better."
"My master said that we do not eat humanoid creatures."
"You are discriminating, serious racial discrimination, what about now."
The old turtle stood up, put his hands on his hips, and asked again: "Master Turtle is also standing on two feet now. Is he also in human form?"
"No, you are still a turtle that can make soup!"
"Pfft...You little brat who doesn't know how high the sky is, do you know who Mr. Turtle is?"
"have no idea!"
"You are really ignorant. Lord Turtle was once an extremely powerful man. He knew everything about astronomy and geography, and was familiar with the past and present. The world calls Lord Turtle a prophet!"
Xuanyuan pouted: "Tsk, after all, it's still a turtle that can make soup!"
"Pfft..." The old turtle almost vomited three liters of blood. This human brat was so annoying.
"You haven't said your purpose yet?" Ning Fan asked.
"Boy, do you dare to point your sword at Master Gui? Do you believe that Master Gui will give you a set of combo punches?"
Ning Fan's face turned dark, this turtle really talked a lot, and said: "Then you try it, I will make you turtle nutritional soup without telling you."
"No, no, no, no. I don't have the same knowledge as you, Mr. Turtle. We looked at the world last night and found that there must be a treasure in this forest, so we came here to take a look. If I don't have any ill intentions towards you, put down your sword quickly."
"Master, this turtle is so smooth-talking and what he says is unbelievable. Let's make it into turtle soup."
"Little brat, call Turtle Lord Prophet, Prophet, Prophet, tell important things three times!" Wugui grabbed Xuanyuan's ears and shouted.
Ning Fan said: "Let Xuanyuan go!"
As he took a step forward, the old monkey raised his head slightly and flicked his right hand.
The air condensed into a stream of energy at his fingertips, reaching towards Ning Fan's body.
"clang!"
Ning Fan used the Immortal Killing Sword to resist and immediately took several steps back.
"So strong!"
"Don't do it. That old monkey probably comes from an ancient race and is very powerful." Gu Botong said.
The old turtle smiled and said: "Monkey, you still know how to protect me, Lord Turtle. It seems that you have not forgotten me."
"Hey, what's wrong with him? Why does he feel like he's going to die at any moment?" Ning Fan asked.
"He is very old. He is suffering from Alzheimer's disease. Hey, he was once a kind of king. It's a pity that all his monkeys and grandchildren died in that battle, and he was the only one left."
"Yingluo Guxing?"
The old turtle asked in surprise: "How do you, a human kid, know about this ancient planet?"
"I'm from Proxima Centauri, Earth!"
Hearing this, Old Turtle took out some ancient copper coins and sprinkled them on the ground in confusion, and looked at them carefully: "Oh, I didn't expect that the planet that once had no life on the planet Yingnan has now become the final battlefield."
"You know how to do divination?" Ning Fan was surprised.
"Yes, Mr. Turtle, I know a lot about astronomy..."