Chapter 1898 Appointed as a master

When Bai Ling was about to be opened, she was excited and suddenly looked as if she was dead.

Jiang Nan was also shocked when he heard this voice, and the slashing movement in his hand stopped immediately.

Holding the sword in hand, he turned around and looked behind him.

I saw a man in red robe with an invisible face appeared at the entrance of the hall.

"Little bug, now I use the sword in your hand to kill myself. I can guarantee that I won't torture you, otherwise I will let you know what it means to feel worse than death."

Jiang Nan looked at the other party with sharp eyes. What he was sure was that the strength of this man in red robe was not inferior to that of the Wuzu.

"If you want to do something, don't talk nonsense. I'll take her away today. I'll see who dares to stop me!"

Hearing Jiangnan's domineering words, the man in red robe laughed furiously and slowly raised his head to look at Jiangnan.

A wrinkled face appeared under the wide red robe, and a pair of eagle-dove-like eyes stared at Jiangnan.

"Do you think you can kill Lao Liu, so you think you can fight me too?"

As he spoke, a terrifying aura emanated. Under the pressure, Jiang Nan's legs began to tremble continuously.

"Little Bug, I'm not the impetuous character of Lao Liu. I won't underestimate anyone. I will do my best to destroy you and then slowly torture you!"

Jiang Nan, who was already overloaded with his powerful momentum, couldn't breathe, and his legs almost fell to kneel down without hesitation.

"Mingji!"

Accompanied by the sound of the old man in red, countless ice cones suddenly appeared in the air. The originally extremely high temperature in the hall was as cold as the cold winter month.

The old man in red robe gently pressed down with his right hand, and the ice cone that was originally hovering in the air was flying towards Jiangnan. The cold light at the tip of the cone made people feel chilled.

While fighting against the discomfort caused by the powerful pressure of the old man in red robe, Jiangnan quickly waved the sword in his hand and swept away countless speeding ice cones.

The old man in red robe just stood quietly at the door of the hall and watched all this, and seemed not going to take action again.

The true qi in Jiangnan's body began to be consumed wildly, and it had already reached its limit.

Although the ice cone was swept a lot with the rapid waving of the sword in his hand, a small part of the ice cone still escaped the interception of the sword and penetrated Jiang Nan's body.

As soon as an ice cone penetrates, the true energy of the acupoints that penetrate into the range will be frozen immediately. As a result, Jiangnan's movement speed will become slower and slower.

"Domain Master, go quickly. This old man is not even afraid of immortals. You are not his opponent."

Bai Ling, who was locked up, looked at Jiangnan, who was covered in blood with ice cone, and burst into tears, and kept shouting that Jiangnan should go quickly.

Even though most of his body was sealed by the ice cone, Jiang Nan still did not stop the sword waving in his hand, and turned a deaf ear to Bai Ling's shout.

"It's over, I don't have so much time to spend with you!"

As he said that, the old man in red waved his right hand and thousands of ice cones appeared again, rushing towards Jiangnan at a faster speed, and Jiangnan's movements became slower and slower.

Until the end, my body stiffly frozen in place, my body was already full of holes with ice cones, and the sword in my hand was still stretched into the air.

"Come on, lock this little bug in the Locking Fairy Palace."

After saying that, the old man in red robe turned around and disappeared in the hall, and a group of men in white robe appeared outside the hall, leading the stiff Jiangnan out of the hall.

The hall returned to peace again, leaving only the sobs of Bailing constantly echoing in the hall.

The man in white robe carried the stiff Jiangnan into the Lock Fairy Hall, saying it was the main hall, but in fact it was a huge prison.

In the hall, except for the stiff Jiangnan, there was only one white-haired old man whose hands and feet were locked by four huge chains. Two huge iron thorns pierced the old man's chest.

"Oh, your demon clan hasn't sent me a new friend in the past few decades. Unexpectedly, a friend came for the first time today. Looking at the posture, it was because the old turtle of the Han Demon, right?"

The white-robed men ignored the old man's words, threw the stiff Jiangnan onto the haystack on the side, and turned around and left.

Only the white-haired old man and Jiangnan were left in the huge prison.

"My friend, let's talk. Old man, I've been locked in this huge fairy lock palace for decades, so I'm so bored."

Although Jiangnan could hear the old man's voice at this time, he could not say a word.

"It's okay, my friend, although the Han Lao Demon's Ming Ji will destroy your cultivation, it will not destroy you. You will recover in a few hours."

The old man smiled as he said that, but the smile looked a little lonely.

"My friend, let me introduce myself. I am the leader of the Tianyuan Sword Sect, Han Jian. As you can see, my cultivation is locked by these two huge bone-transmitting nails, and I have become an ordinary person like you."

The old man seemed to have not talked to others for too long, and he had to finish his words in a day for decades.

After a few hours, Jiang Nan's body gradually recovered from consciousness and finally could move normally.

And the old man was still talking to himself.

Jiang Nan stood up, facing the huge gap in strength, Jiang Nan felt very depressed.

I was here to save Bai Ling and escape from the Demon Realm, but I didn't expect that my sheep would enter the tiger's mouth and was also caught.

Now that his cultivation is abolished, Jiangnan can only pray that the Saint Pavilion can hold on for a while and that his wife and daughter will not be hurt.

The old man beside him looked at Jiang Nan who was getting up depressed, smiled slightly, and said.

"What's the point of crying? My friend, my cultivation is just abolished. As long as the person is still there, everything has hope. What's your name?"

Jiang Nan turned a deaf ear to the old man's words, and only felt that this old man who claimed to be the leader of the Tianyuan Sword Sect was too shady. The most important thing for him now is to restore his cultivation and find a way to go to Fengyue Pavilion to save Bailing.

Seeing that Jiang Nan ignored him, the old man was not angry, but instead smiled slightly and said,

"Do you want to restore your cultivation?

I see that you are in good health, so why not be a disciple of me and I will help you?”

Jiang Nan was a little moved when he heard the old man say this, but when he turned around, he saw the old man's desolate look that was hanged up and pierced his chest, he sighed slightly.

"Old senior, I understand that you have been alone in this hall for so many years, and it is indeed very lonely, but I need to be quiet now. Can you let me be alone for a while?"

Seeing that Jiang Nan finally responded, the old man was overjoyed and nodded immediately and said.

"That's natural, hahahaha, you can stay alone as long as you want, old man, I'm not in a hurry."

A few more hours passed, and the old man looked at Jiang Nan, who seemed to have no intention of talking, and couldn't help but speak.

"My friend, have you been calm enough?

Isn’t it just re-cultivation?

How simple is this? I have a technique that can quickly achieve cultivation. Are you interested in it?"

After hearing this, Jiang Nan looked up at Han Jian in an instant.

"If you really have this kind of exercise, please give me some advice."

The old man laughed to the sky, looked up and down at Jiangnan and spoke.

"It is natural to teach you, but this secret method is not published outside the world. Are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"
Chapter completed!