He saved my life.

The cold man's tone was calm and gentle, as if he was talking about something ordinary, and it was as simple as picking up a peanut with him.

But I didn't question him at all that his strength. He broke the seven-star lone evil spirit with a chopstick so far away. Even his evil spirit was dispersed and his soul was saved by him. Just talking about this Taoist practice, I don't have it, probably Su Qinghe from the Eight Corpse Sect either.

Even my grandfather, I don’t know if he has this kind of Taoist practice.

Because this is really too difficult. For ordinary people, this is just chopsticks for eating, but in his hands, it is the talisman soldier with spiritual energy.

I once heard from my grandfather that if a Feng Shui master can make every grass and every tree and every flower and every leaf, he will definitely have great supernatural powers and destiny. Sooner or later, such a person will reach the sky.

The image of a cold man was instantly as majestic as a mountain in my heart. He seemed to be seven or eight years older than me. I really can't figure out what kind of background talent he has, and he has reached this level at such an age.

What made me even more curious was that he suddenly said he wanted to save my life for what purpose? After all, this lonely evil was what he used to urge the evil-guiding talisman to put it in.

Su Qinghe, who was standing beside her, was obviously a little afraid. She tried to shake the copper bell in her hand, but Gu Sha who fell to the ground did not react at all.

Su Qinghe, who looked at the cold man and had always maintained the image of a cold and royal sister, rarely smiled. He asked softly: "This friend, I am Su Qinghe, Basimen. Today I will follow the will of heaven and kill Chen Huangpi here. Please don't interfere. Both Basimen and I owe you a favor."

Su Qinghe reported herself to her house, which was enough to lower her posture.

But the cold man didn't even look at her and came directly to me.

He just slapped the corpse evil, and the shriveled corpse was wrapped in a burst of energy and sent into the coffin.

He pushed out with his right hand again, and the strange coffin returned obediently.

The gate of the venue that was sealed by Su Qinghe not long ago opened instantly, and the coffin flew out and landed outside the venue.

I looked at the door, and there were many Feng Shui masters watching not far away, and Hu Sandao even inserted a half-slashed sword on the ground, waiting anxiously.

Ye Hongyu did not leave either, accompanied by Ye Qingshan, with a nervous look on his face.

When they saw me standing well, a hint of joy surged out of their faces.

"My friend, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. Not everyone can care about our eight corpse sects! Today I killed Chen Huangpi, not a personal grudge. It means some people you can't afford to offend!" Su Qinghe's face also became ugly, obviously she had never been so neglected.

The cold man finally reacted a little. He looked at Su Qinghe and said only three words: "Can't you afford to offend me?"

Su Qinghe was a little disappointed, obviously she didn't expect to meet an opponent who was even colder than herself.

"That's right, since you have such an amazing Taoist practice, you should know that Chen Huangpi shouldn't live in the world, so you should think of who wanted to kill him! You put this in. You also wanted Chen Huangpi to die before, so I want you to ask you, what made you change your mind?" Su Qinghe asked, restraining her temper.

I also pricked my ears, which was also my doubt.

But the cold man said straight: "I misunderstood you, I led the evil into the field, just to see what methods you should use to kill Chen Huangpi. Now it seems, it's just that. It's too weak. Are there any other methods?"

Su Qinghe's pretty face turned red with anger, and her graceful figure trembled. Obviously, she had never encountered such a person who was even more crazy than her.

"What do you want to do?" she shouted angrily.

The cold man said, "I didn't say it. I want to protect Chen Huangpi's life, don't you understand?"

"Dare you?" Su Qinghe suddenly turned her right hand and slid a pocket coffin with a finger-long length from her cuff.

This pocket coffin is golden all over and has four sharp corners. It looks extremely weird. It must be their unique secret treasure of the Eight Corpse Sects.

Su Qinghe was really angry and might be fighting with the cold man!

"You want to protect him, I don't agree!" Su Qinghe held the strange little coffin in her hand and said coldly.

The cold man glanced at the coffin in Su Qinghe's hand and said calmly: "Ghost Mother God Coffin? Have you finally shown your skills? Then let's take action. I have something to say to Chen Huangpi, don't waste my time."

Su Qinghe held the Ghost Mother God's Coffin in her hand, and her face was hesitant, as if she had not made a decision to take action.

This confirms my previous guess that the reason why she killed someone with a knife was due to a certain causal relationship and it was inconvenient to do it yourself.

In other words, although they think I am an immortal person, I am not someone who wants to kill me. Killing me will also alarm a certain secret and be infected with extremely bad karma.

"Don't dare to do it? Then don't waste your time. Even if Jiang Qingyi from the Eight Corpse Sect performs a magic trick in front of me, it's not enough!"

The cold man glanced at Su Qinghe casually, then ignored her, but said to me: "Chen Huangpi, come with me, I have something to explain to you."

He walked in front, and I followed carefully. Question marks appeared in my heart.

Is he a friend of my grandfather? Or do he have to protect me for other reasons?

He obviously knows a lot about my life experience. He was sitting at the table of my relatives just now. Could it be that he really helped me?

When they came outside the venue, countless pairs of eyes looked over. When they saw the cold appearance of the cold man, no one dared to look directly at him.

Shen Chujiu even lowered his head, afraid that he would see it. After all, Su Qinghe, the Eight Corpse Sect who had just made everyone silent, could only admit defeat in front of him.

After walking a few steps, Su Qinghe's cold voice suddenly came: "Stop for me and leave Chen Huangpi!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Qinghe rushed out. The ghost mother god coffin was suspended in her hand, and I felt a hint of uneasiness.

She has the strength to open the gates of hell, and the killer she relies on is absolutely terrifying, and she may summon something extremely terrifying.

The cold man turned around slowly, his face unrest.

He just stretched his hand to his back and untied the sword-shaped leather bag he had been carrying.

The weight of the leather bag exceeded my imagination. When its bottom hit the ground, the entire ground trembled slightly.

This is not a sword, but it looks more like a rectangular knife or a huge ruler.

He untied his pocket, and the magic weapon finally showed a little bit of his eyebrows.

Dark green handle, wide black ruler.

After just a little look, I was shocked and sweated.

If you guess well, this may be the legendary ruler of the darkness mentioned by my grandfather!

There are many legends about Zhenming Ruler, and no one knows where it comes from and who its owner is. According to the "Yin and Yang Baolu", Zhenming Ruler has appeared in a handful of times in history, and every time it appears, it will suppress all directions.

How could Zhenming Ruler be in his hands? Who is this cold man? I began to doubt that his real age is definitely not as young as he appears on the surface.

Su Qinghe obviously recognized Zhenming Ruler, and she immediately took back the Ghost Mother God Coffin.

"I didn't expect that such a person would protect Chen Huangpi. You are very strong, I am not your opponent. I said goodbye, but no matter who you are, you will regret it!"

After saying that, Su Qinghe looked at me again and said, "Chen Huangpi, it seems that you should not die today, but you will still die."

Leaving this sentence, she left directly.

The cold man suddenly pulled out the Zhenming ruler and inserted it into the door of the Ye family villa, and the earth shook.

Chen Chujiu, not far away, even spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered to the ground.

"Let everyone listen to me, no matter who you are, whether it is the Eight Corpse Sect or the Fengshen Sect... Before Chen Huangpi's 24th-year-old life disaster, whoever dares to kill him will be forever settled in the Netherworld!"

The cold man's tone was extremely cold and arrogant, as if he came from another world.

And I know that he was not saying that he was for Chen Chujiu, nor for the Feng Shui masters watching, they were not qualified yet.
Chapter completed!