After waiting for only a few breaths of greetings, three figures came out of the void.
One of them has white hair on his temples and is wearing a smart short shirt. The other two are wearing plain long robes. Their weathered faces cannot hide the sharpness of their sword-shaped eyebrows. They are about nine feet in length. They are obviously quite old, but they give people an oppressive wildness.
The three of them walked over one after another, holding hands and smiling.
"Master Shu, long time no see!"
"Hahaha, it's rare for us old friends to get together. It's only a blink of an eye that ten thousand years have passed."
Looking at this group of upright old men, Yi Feng got up and his eyes became more hopeful. Several old men clasped their fists and exchanged greetings, and also noticed the strange young monk.
After taking a closer look, they discovered that Yi Feng's aura was thick and elusive. They all looked surprised and couldn't help but look closely.
"Master Shu, who is this little friend?"
Lao Shu stroked his beard and stood up, clasping his fists and introducing with a smile.
"Three of you, this is little friend Yi Feng, a rising star whom I have met. I can make many friends in this Demon Prison. It will be a wonderful thing to have a drink and talk together today."
The three old women nodded repeatedly and smiled at Yi Feng.
"Little friend Yi, I, Xu Nanbei, please sit down and talk for a while."
"The old and the dead are always in the sea, and they are part of the Kun clan."
"Old and decayed, Mu Ru Fang."
Before he could speak, several people smiled and nodded, their experienced faces showing goodwill and exuding extraordinary magnanimity.
In this dark and dark Demon Suppressing Prison, these people can have such a calm state of mind and still speak freely and freely. They are really not ordinary people.
Shemales can also sit and drink tea together, just like best friends, which is indeed different from the outside world's racial understanding.
Yi Feng was stunned when he saw it, and responded politely with fists in his hands.
While he was sizing up a few people, another ripple in the space spread out.
Two old men, one fat and one thin, came holding wine jars and laughing.
"Hahaha……"
"What day is it today and all you old guys showed up? It's been so many years since we've been together."
The aroma of wine overflows and the laughter is cheerful.
Another visitor came to the ancient rattan tea table, and it suddenly became lively.
Lord Shu and a few others looked back with smiles, stroking their beards and responded.
"These two guys actually showed up."
"Haha, I don't know how many strong men have been reincarnated here. The fat and thin old men are really surviving. They haven't died yet. They are worthy of being the main lineage of the Sea Clan."
"These two are searching for goods, and sure enough they still have some fine wine hidden in them!"
After a few laughs and chats, the two of them had already arrived in front of them.
Putting the wine jar on the table, he immediately spoke out his unconvinced rebuttal, causing laughter to spread.
"Old Chang, what you said is wrong. Good things must be treasured. How can you show them to others at will?"
"Yes, you Kun people drink like cattle. How can you understand the exquisite taste of fine wine? If you take it out early in the morning, it will be a waste of natural resources."
"Hahaha……"
The words that sounded like bickering were spoken openly and casually, without the slightest malice, more like a joke between old friends.
Sealed in the Demon-Suppressing Prison for endless years, these people can still be so leisurely and elegant, and can stabilize their Taoist hearts to this day. They are as calm as an old dog.
Witnessing the old women talking with smiles, Yi Feng was also affected by this scene.
People often say that true love is revealed in times of crisis.
It is truly precious that these beings can stay together in the same boat to this day, communicate regardless of race, and share treasures and laugh out loud. This kind of friendship is thousands of times better than ordinary people, and it can only be encountered but cannot be asked for.
If you hadn't witnessed it with your own eyes, who would have thought that this so-called place of exile could be so harmonious and friendly in the depths. It was more like a sect than the hierarchical fighting in the outer gate of Wind Snow Island.
suddenly.
When Yi Feng thought about his previous encounter, he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion. At the same time, he also felt a little troubled. In such a harmonious atmosphere, he didn't know how to speak.
What should I do to provoke these calm brothers?
At this moment.
A muffled sound came from the void.
It sounded like something was hitting the ground.
Several old men suddenly froze and looked back!
"Wow!"
A ripple spread slowly, and the white-haired old man stepped out. His steady steps made no sound. If it weren't for the cane hitting the ground, it would be difficult for ordinary people to detect it.
Although the old woman was stooped, she was still energetic.
Seeing that figure approaching steadily, the old men sitting at the rattan table all stood up in surprise and saluted in unison!
"Mr. Guo..."
"See Mr. Guo!"
At first glance, it looks like he is being treated like an old-timer. This person must have extraordinary strength.
Yi Feng's eyes grew hot when he saw them, and he was amazed by the steady steps. As the old men stood up, they looked at them carefully and quietly.
The old man stepped forward like a mortal, and in the blink of an eye he was standing in front of several people.
Take a closer look.
Yi Feng felt more and more familiar, as if he had seen it before somewhere...
Venerable Shu looked nervous and surprised, and he quickly saluted and greeted him again.
"Mr. Guo, we are deeply honored to see you again after so many years. I wonder why you are here today?"
The man stopped while leaning on crutches and did not respond immediately.
His cloudy eyes swept over the crowd. Everyone seemed to be under great pressure, and their attitude became more and more respectful. However, the old man never looked at him twice, as he seemed to have little weight.
Until he looked at Yi Feng.
His eyes were extremely pure, and they looked at each other for several breaths without showing any signs of cowardice or retreat. They seemed to have endless fighting intent, and the whole person was like a sharp sword!
Finally, a smile appeared in the old man's eyes.
He nodded slightly and spoke with appreciation in his eyes.
"Um……"
"Today is a good day. Maybe we old guys have hope of seeing the light of day again."
The words just fell.
Several old men who were waiting quietly were shaken and suddenly stood up in surprise!
"See the light of day again?!"
"this!"
"We have finally waited for this day!"
They looked at each other quietly, full of excitement.
The old men who had been as stable as Mount Tai just now seemed to smell the hope of life, and the road was coming to life again. They were so shocked that they could not control themselves, and the joy spread on their faces.
Before Mr. Guo could say anything again, Venerable Shu and others were already approaching eagerly to salute.
"Mr. Guo, do we really have a chance to see the light of day again?!"
"I wonder what the hope you mentioned is...?"
Faced with several people asking for advice excitedly, the old man never looked down upon them.
In the old eyes, there was only the dumbfounded Yi Feng.
"The hope I am talking about is this little friend."
hiss……
As soon as this statement came out, several people were even more surprised.
Looking back quickly, all eyes were drawn to Yi Feng!
suddenly.
All the old men in the audience were watching closely, but Yi Feng, who became the center of attention, was even more confused.
What the hell?
How did you become hope?
Before he started to create hatred, this old man actually slapped such a label on him, and then he started to seek death. This is not causing trouble.
Just a few breaths.
Yi Feng was stared at by a group of old men, and she felt uncomfortable all over, as if she was a big girl, with infinite charm at this moment.
In desperation, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer.
"Forehead……"
"I don't know how to get out at all. This Mr. Guo has misjudged the wrong person."
The voice fell.
As expected, the focus was successfully shifted. A group of old men stared with suspicion and hesitation, and finally looked at Mr. Guo who was on crutches.
Who would have thought that this old man's smile would actually become even brighter.
He waved his hand slowly and then continued to blame the blame decisively.
"hehe."
"I will never make a mistake. This little friend must be our hope!"