The head that was chopped off by Tang Jiu turned into a burst of black smoke and dissipated, and the old man actually gave birth to another head in the burst of black smoke.

This head was exactly the same as the one just now. It looked like a normal person's head, with black hair and wrinkles on the face, but Tang Jiu knew that this head must be fake again.

"Brother Tangjiu, why are you so impatient? You've made me feel embarrassed."

The black-haired old man smiled sinisterly, with murderous intent permeating his body. He knew that his ancestor was still watching from above, and he had been beheaded so carelessly just now. He must have lost face with his ancestor.

It’s hard to imagine what the ancestor will think of him in the future.

It's all this kid's fault. If I can't kill him with my own hands today, my ancestor's trust in me will definitely be greatly reduced in the future.

Tang Jiu rubbed his belly. His mood had fluctuated violently just now. His ability to be strong without desire was somewhat broken. After receiving such a kick, although the injury was not serious, he still felt a little uncomfortable, as if he was about to vomit.

Seeing the old man's sinister smile, Tang Jiu couldn't help but want to stab him again. This face looked disgusting and ugly. It was over. Looking at this face made him want to vomit even more.

If you have seen such an ugly face, you should not forget it.

"Old man, how do you know me? When have I seen you?"

The old man chuckled and said jokingly:

"Guess it, I'll tell you if you guess it right."

Recalling the black iron rod in his hand, the black-haired old man took three quick steps, got close in an instant, and aimed a stick at Tang Jiu's neck. The stick was quite powerful, as if he was going to break Tang Jiu's neck with one stick.

To avenge the beheading just now.

"clang!"

The iron rod was blocked by the golden light, which caused ripples and a sound like a bell. Tang Jiu was not injured, but the sound of the bell made his ears ring a little.

Although the golden light blocked the stick, it seemed that it was not as hard as before, and the golden light was also much dimmer. This made the black-haired old man very happy. This golden light could indeed be broken, and it would definitely be broken by two more blows.

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During the crisis, Tang Jiu quickly came back to his senses. Losing concentration in battle was a fatal thing. Tang Jiu quickly drew a large arc upwards with the wooden hairpin on his hand. At the same time, he connected with his feet and leaned back, trying to fight with the black man.

The old man distanced himself.

The black-haired old man had just been beheaded by a wooden hairpin. Knowing that the wooden hairpin was probably extraordinary, he withdrew the iron rod to block it. The wooden hairpin and the iron rod collided together, like gold and stone colliding, causing a lot of sparks. Tang

It only took a moment for the wine to jump away, and the collision between the wooden hairpin and the iron rod only took a moment.

But at this moment, a scratch appeared on the iron rod in the black-haired old man's hand.

This shocked the black-haired old man. This iron rod was a protective magic weapon given to him by his ancestor. It has been used for thousands of years without leaving any traces. How come it has scratches now after being touched for a moment? Even if

This treasure has been stored for nearly ten thousand years, so its power is not obvious, but its material is not an ordinary material!

"Boy, your wooden hairpin is very powerful, but it's about to break!"

The black-haired old man hoped in his heart that the wooden hairpin must be broken. Even if his treasure was in ancient times, it was not something ordinary people could see. How could it be scratched so casually.

This wooden hairpin must be broken. This wooden hairpin was replaced with my own strength. There is a scratch on my own iron rod. It must be like this.

Tang Jiu was shocked when he heard this. This wooden hairpin was a meeting gift given to him by Xiuchen when he became his disciple. It would be terrible if it broke!

I quickly checked it carefully and checked it several times. It seemed that it was not broken?

"No, this wooden hairpin is fine. You old man can only scare people!"

The black-haired old man's hand holding the iron rod was shaking. This iron rod was made of the hardest Demonic Steel in the Demonic Realm, right? Demonic Steel, it's very hard! You can't find anything better than this in the world.

It's a harder metal, but just a wooden hairpin can easily scratch it?

"This wooden hairpin of yours was given to you by the mountain god of Qianqiu Mountain?"

The mountain god of Qianqiu Mountain is just a tree. The only explanation the black-haired old man can think of is that this wooden hairpin is made of the body of the mountain god of Qianqiu Mountain, and it is so hard with the blessing of the mountain god's power.

Of course, the correct answer is very close to this.

"This wooden hairpin was given to me by my master. I have been carrying it with me since before I came to Dayu. It has nothing to do with this mountain god."

Seeing that Tang Jiu's face was serious and did not look like he was lying, the black-haired old man remembered that just now this boy did shout that he had a master, the man named Xiuchen. Even Feng gave him face after hearing this name.

Xiuchen? I have never heard of this person before. If he is really the kind of powerful person who can communicate with the wind, he should not just borrow from Wuming. You must know that in the past countless years, the wind has always been the most ruthless existence.

, no one will think that the wind has wind thoughts, and no one will think that anyone can communicate with the wind.

So, where did Xiuchen appear?

High in the sky, Xiu Chen held his forehead speechlessly, feeling that his apprentice was really not smart.

The wind flowing around him felt the same way.

There were four gusts of wind blowing from all directions. Because Xiuchen was here, they all chose to stop here and stay to enjoy the scenery with Xiuchen and watch the excitement.

Because Tang Jiu was in trouble, he kindly offered to help, but he was sold directly.

Feng: We exist in every corner of this place. If he wants to talk to us, he can just whisper. Why should he shout out? This is fine. If the world knows that we have intelligence, I'm afraid it won't be given to anyone.

What trouble do we bring.

Xiuchen said with an apologetic look:

"I'm sorry. It's me who has caused you trouble. I apologize to you on behalf of my apprentice. I'll take care of this kid later."

Another gust of wind came and blew over Xiuchen's face.

Feng: That's not necessary. Over the endless years, there have been many people who wanted to communicate with us, but they all failed. That's why Feng said the most ruthless thing. I think this matter will be spread on the spot in the future.

Xiu Chen nodded. If this was the case, he would feel more at ease.

Feng: Stop caring about us and think about yourself. This guy just sold us more than just us.

Xiu Chen raised his forehead again, and now his mind was filled with black lines.

I wanted to keep a low profile, but why did my name get called out in public? Tang Jiu, you are a traitor, are you lacking any virtue?

Thinking of the Blood Demon who was burned to death in Panqiu Mountain, and the Xiegui who was burned to death in Daozong, in front of these guys, the ancient tree in Tiandao Mountain must be much more attractive than Feng.

Tang Jiu, you are such a traitor, you will cause trouble for me, right?

Naturally, Tang Jiu didn't know that someone above was sulking, but he had a vague premonition of something, as if he was about to be in trouble.
Chapter completed!