The old man was already on the verge of madness. He looked at Watson and shouted: "Your sister is still in my hands. Aren't you afraid?"

Watson replied coldly: "You once said that after hearing my story, you would help me find my sister, unless you want to break your promise and never be reincarnated!"

"Click!" a sound sounded!

A bolt of lightning struck heavily less than ten feet away from the two of them. A cedar tree was split into two pieces, and then fell down the cliff with a roar, making a roar.

Watson raised his head and looked at the thunder and lightning clouds gathering on the top of the snow-capped mountains, and said quietly: "We are all ants under the law of heaven. Even if we are stronger than our predecessors, we cannot harm the innocent creatures in the world!"

The old man is very taboo about this divine thunder. After all, the tribulation cannot be overcome in the secret realm. Even in the past thousands of years, there has never been a tribulation thunder.

And because Watson's arrival actually dropped a divine thunder, he had to be careful.

"What do the creatures in this world have to do with me? Do you know that the law enforcement elder and others are doing things for me?"

The old man was so angry that he wanted to slap Watson to death in front of his eyes: "Even those guys who escaped from the secret realm were just delivering news to the elders of Kunlun for me."

Boom!

Watson stood up instantly, stared at the old man and asked word for word: "So, those guys who escaped from the secret realm are all your accomplices!"

The old man did not answer him, but in anger, the snow-like robe on his body gradually turned into a black robe like night when Watson was stunned.

The cuffs of the black robe are trimmed with gold, just like the law enforcement elders of Kunlun, and even a bit more noble than the law enforcement elders.

Watson thought for a moment and realized that those were the clothes only the head of the family could wear.

The head of Kunlun is clearly still in seclusion, and the elder in front of him is naturally an elder from Kunlun thousands of years ago who was unwilling to die.

Watson looked at the old man and said in disbelief: "Thousands of years have passed... and you are not dead!"

The old man looked at him and said coldly: "If you have experienced my life for the past thousand years, you will know that it is very difficult to die."

Watson glanced at the top of the snow-capped mountains and said quietly: "So the law enforcement elders colluded with the killers to kidnap those children, and it was all your fault! You are the devil of Kunlun!"

The old man said quietly: "If it were you, who was framed a thousand years ago and trapped for a thousand years, what would you do?"

Watson said coldly: "There has always been only cause and effect in the world, not if."

The old man didn't say anything, he just looked at the jade knife in his hand quietly.

Watson suddenly noticed that the old man's eyes had changed. The black and white pupils suddenly blurred, and a faint green color appeared in the old man's eyes.

He didn't know what the old man wanted to do, but he saw the old man's eyes becoming more and more terrifying.

Looking at the jade knife in the veteran's hand, Watson said coldly: "Everything is false!"

The old man's expression remained unchanged. The next moment, a thick black mist appeared behind him, covering the entire stone house almost instantly.

The cold wind in the snow-capped mountains gradually blew up, ruffling the old man's clothes.

In Watson's eyes, the old man at this moment seemed to have transformed into a silent snow mountain, or into the terrifying demon under Wentian Peak!

Watson's hands, which had been resting quietly on the chair, suddenly glowed with a golden luster, like the palms of Jindan Luoji on the Buddhist altar.

In a very short period of time, the old man broke through the cold wind and held the jade knife in his hand. It seemed to be slow but in fact it was as fierce as lightning and slashed towards Watson.

In an instant, the jade sword had been slashed in front of Watson!

With the old man's incomparably powerful power, in the midst of lightning and stone fire, the jasper sword like a magic weapon struck Watson's dream-like, god-like palm!

There was a "click!" sound, and the jasper blade in the old man's hand shattered.

The fracture cracked like jade, glowing with a faint green light, and instantly collapsed like jade hitting diamond, and scattered in front of Watson.

The jade-like jade knife did not cut through Watson's palm, and the handle of the knife in his hand did not stop. It flew diagonally over Watson's shoulder, turned into a green stream of light, and flew under the cliff.

Although Watson was taken aback, he did not show any fear and looked at the old man in front of him calmly.

There was neither sadness nor joy in his eyes, as if the jasper knife, which was scattered all over the place, was originally a fake and was destroyed when it was destroyed.

However, at this moment, the mad old man waved his hand, and the jade sword in his hand was instantly replaced by the deadly hidden weapon peacock feather.

With a soft sound of "Buzz!", the dreamlike golden needle instantly turned into a life-threatening flower, blooming in front of Watson.

More than that, one after another, these deadly flowers pounced like lightning on Watson, who was sitting quietly in front of the old man's three-foot table.

"Buzz!" sounded again, and Watson was seen holding the flower in one hand, and a strong golden light suddenly burst out in front of him!

This golden light is even more dreamlike than the golden light of the peacock feathers blooming!

Thousands of pear blossoms in the heavy rain were blocked by the golden light, but in an instant they were like mud cows falling into the sea, and were melted away one by one by the golden light of the scorching sun.

There was not even a slight sound on the ground!

Just like a heavy rain suddenly encountering the scorching sun in the afternoon, under the powerful power of thousands of Buddha's lights, the peacock feather in the old man's hand cracked open and splashed everywhere in an instant.

After a while, the fragments fell from the air and landed on the hard bluestone, making a soft tinkling sound, like big beads falling on a jade plate.

The old man was stunned and the young man didn't even react at all!

The old man waved his sleeves, completely ignoring that the treasure in his hand turned into debris on the ground. Instead, he waved two bolts of lightning like lightning without even raising his head to take a closer look.

No matter what is caught in these double rings, it will be tightly wrapped immediately and will never let go again, just like a passionate woman.

In the flash of lightning, a ring of affection wrapped around Watson's arms.

Hatred itself is a kind of weapon, and it is the most terrifying kind.

The old man in front of him has anger in his eyes. If looks could kill, Watson has died a hundred or a thousand times before he even understands his hatred!

The polyestrous ring in the old man's eyes seemed to be getting tighter and tighter, and gradually Watson's arms in his eyes turned into pieces of flesh and blood, and he even wanted to reach out and pick up a piece of flesh.

With a wave of his hand, he threw it into the cliff to feed the crows who had been hungry for many days, so as to relieve their hatred.

However, at this time, Watson was like an ascetic monk in Yunqi Temple, as if he was undergoing a test from hell. The monk's clothes were fluttering, and his snow-like gown was dancing in the cold wind.

The old man was silent for a moment, looking at the double rings on Watson's arm, as if looking at the relics embedded in the fingers of the Buddha, and frowned tightly

Buddha relics can guide believers to find the direction in the dark night, and can help Buddhists who are lost find the way forward.

However, the Buddha's relic was extremely calm at this time, and he didn't care at all about the amorous double rings that were getting tighter and tighter between his arms.

The old man looked slightly stern, knowing that he might be disappointed again this time. He didn't expect that the young man in front of him could destroy his most powerful weapon without even a trace of spiritual energy fluctuations.

For a moment, I couldn't help but silently pray that the double rings wrapped around the young man's arms would bring him a surprise.

Like a dead tree in the wind and snow, or like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, trembling slightly in the wind, the old man let out a sigh.

For ordinary monks, the season in the Kunlun Secret Realm has reached the desolate and desolate winter. If you don't prepare enough clothes and food, you may have pushed yourself into a dead end.

But for Watson, this is the environment he is most familiar with.

Just like he was in the abyss under Wentian Peak, they would rather fight those ferocious and cruel ghosts and demons than take a look at the killer at the foot of the mountain.

The amorous double rings on his arms buzzed and vibrated, like iron arrows piercing through the wind and snow, hitting the prey that he had never forgotten in his heart, and the prey also let out its final cry under the arrow.

However, this soft cry that could not be suppressed, the soft sound that penetrated the wind and snow, did not come from Watson, or from his arms.

Then, the old man's eyes fell on Watson's arms, as if he saw a clear fist mark on a thousand-year-old bronze bell.

Moreover, the fist mark gradually cracked like a spider pattern, and the old man's eyes suddenly shrank, and his expression changed drastically.

He suddenly thought that if the double rings in front of him really couldn't trap Watson, then all seven of his weapons would be lost in the young man's hands.

Therefore, the old man's face began to become frightened and restless. When he thought of this, he actually ignored it, and by some strange mistake, he instantly held the parting hook in his hand.

When the owner of the Farewell Hook used this weapon, it was just to reunite with his beloved.

At this moment, the old man just wants to say goodbye to Watson forever and completely!

It's just that Watson in front of him is still expressionless, like a Bodhisattva with a low eyebrow on the Buddhist altar. When he is reciting Buddhist sutras in his mouth, all he can see is an invincible and passionate ring...

Under the old man's gaze, it gradually cracked like spider marks, and the cracks became bigger and bigger.

The final sound was a crisp sound in the wind.

Just like the bells of Yunqi Temple, the old man woke up from his mad state. Looking at the passionate ring of Huawei fragments, his eyes were filled with confusion.

Then he suddenly woke up, and then showed endless anger. Blood spurted out with a pop, and he shouted sternly: "Good boy, you ruined my amorous relationship."

Watson looked at the old man in front of him quietly, his thin body not trembling at all, and his face as if holding flowers showed no emotion.

The golden light in his eyes was brewing, seeming to burn everything in front of him to ashes.

The old man became increasingly uneasy and felt that if he didn't take action, it would be a very troublesome thing, so he handed over the parting hook in his hand.

However, when the parting hook he handed out was about to touch Watson's chest, he noticed a sudden gust of cold wind.

The cold wind came up out of nowhere, Watson's clothes fluttered slightly, and his figure suddenly turned into a blur, disappearing in front of the old man out of thin air, only to hear a thunder in his ears!

"Boom!" A thunderous sound!

The old man's parting hook has already been taken. What he hooked is not his own arm. He wants to keep Watson's arms and even his life here forever.

However, at the next moment, his arm suddenly sank, and he felt that the parting hook returned heavily to his hand, and it was difficult to swing out again.

The old man's fatal move came to an abrupt end.

In an instant, the old man's face showed a look of horror, and he saw a scene he had never seen in his life.

Watson, who suddenly disappeared, had actually been sitting in front of him. This was the most incredible thing for him.

The young man revealed a shocking magical power. In an instant, his body turned into nothingness, and it was like white clouds floating in the sky, giving him an invisible and intangible feeling of powerlessness.

In the old man's opinion, there is no movement technique in the world that can be faster than him, not even that shocking sword strike made by his senior brother back then.

According to the old man's calculation, when Watson disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant, he escaped the fatal blow of his parting hook and sat quietly on the chair in front of the table again.

This is no longer a power in the world, and this is definitely not a power that a young man can possess.
Chapter completed!