The old man Jindao held the long sword that was "burned red" and looked at Nan Ke with a strange expression.

"You are so old that you have to call me dad, but even if you call me that, it's useless. You must tell me here today, otherwise, wouldn't I come here for nothing, old man?"

Since I decided to take action, I will definitely not leave any room for mediation.

"I didn't talk to you."

Nan Ke waved his hand impatiently.

Just a eighth grade, how can I beg for mercy like this?

But the man in his body doesn’t know what level he is, but he has a very big temper anyway.

"Haha." Old man Jindao laughed, "Young people just like to be stubborn, so I'll see how hard you are."

‘Buzz.’

The air was stirred up, and it was obviously an invisible substance, but at this time it seemed to be atomized, and was stirred into different shapes by a long knife.

The old man Jindao used all his strength this time. As soon as the blade came out, he rushed towards Nanke like a dragon that had escaped.

Nan Ke's pupils shrank suddenly, subconsciously trying to find a place to dodge, but as soon as he stepped out, he suddenly felt his head sinking, and then his consciousness was suddenly pulled into a certain space.

'Bang.'

A three-meter-wide mark was directly cut from the white wall behind Nan Ke.

As for Nan Ke, he fell down without warning the moment before he was about to be cut into two sections.

The old man Jindao fell into nothing and turned his wrist down. He was about to make up for Nan Ke, but the next moment the hair on his body suddenly stood up.

Immediately, an inexplicable sense of crisis made him withdraw his knife and retreat without hesitation.

He came to help people kill, so he didn't have to exchange his life for it.

"Ahem..."

Old Jindao's throat was sweet, and he forced the knife to let the blood in his body flow back for a while. He coughed twice before swallowing the blood back.

Mr. Deng, who was standing behind, saw the old man retreating, subconsciously thought that Nan Ke had been killed. He raised his hands and was about to applaud and flatter him a few times, but saw Nan Ke sitting up again.

“…”

Mr. Deng's hands froze in the air.

The old man Jindao narrowed his eyes and stared at Nan Ke carefully. While calming down the blood and blood in his body, he said, "Oh, do you really have a secret method?"

Although the person in front of him was still the same person, the feeling that "Nan Ke" at this time gave the old man was completely different from the one before.

The one before was like a pool of water, clear and transparent, and you can see the warm goose stone below at a glance.

And although this person has not made any moves yet, he feels like a vast ocean and unfathomable.

From the temperament and momentum, the skin has not been changed, but the inside is very different.

The old man Jindao said suspiciously: "Please give me a magic trick?"

He is a serious old man, traveling around the world and traveling to many places, and has also heard of some niche spells.

Nan Ke’s current changes are very consistent with what he has heard of. It is said that this method uses a certain medium to pull another consciousness or soul into his body, which is to temporarily replace the body with another soul.

Depending on the identity and ability of the "God" I invited, the effects of this method can be different. However, it is said that this method will cause great harm to the body, and you will easily become stupid if you are not careful.

Therefore, not many people have learned this method, and they will not use it until they are absolutely necessary.

"Nan Ke" slowly stood up from the ground, and the red light in one hand gradually faded away. If the old man continued to attack, he would be sure to smash the old man's second brother before the knife fell.

pity.

This old man has a good relationship with his second brother.

"Nan Ke" gently licked his lips with his tongue, and then took a deep breath of air, like a prisoner imprisoned in a deep prison, and he was finally able to be released and breathed.

When facing the old man's question, if it were Nan Ke, he would not have to talk a few words.

But now, Nan Ke didn't even look at the old man Jindao, but raised his hand and poked his chest, and silently said in his heart:

"Isn't it enough to say that earlier?"

If you ask me to come out for help, don’t show any attitude, do you really think I owe you?

"If I want me to take action next time, remember to call me twice more."

With previous experience, he knew that he couldn't speak. He was a little ugly, just say it once, and he didn't have to show off to others like a fool every time.

Besides, he didn't bother to talk to this group of 'trash'.

They are not worthy!

However, Nan Ke himself, although his strength is still weak, his potential is not bad. And the two of them are temporarily together, so they are barely qualified to say a few words to him.

"The old man is asking you!" Old Man Jindao urged, then seemed to realize something, his face changed and smiled, "I forgot, you should be the one he invited now."

He put the knife on, and it was not so anxious. After all, it was the first time he saw him asking for a god. "Where did you come from? The great immortal in the mountains or the dragon king in the sea?"

The great immortals in the mountains generally refer to hedgehogs, foxes, snakes, and weasels;

The dragon king in the sea generally refers to water snakes and the like.

Generally speaking, most of the magical techniques are invited to invite the above-mentioned "gods" to the body. As for other magical beasts or ancient monsters, there are also people who invite divine beasts or ancient monsters, but that is not something that can be played by a ninth grade.

"Nan Ke" looked up at the moon, as if he felt that the old man was a little noisy, disturbing his good mood, and immediately frowned impatiently.

"Frown?" Old Man Jindao murmured, with a curious expression, as if he had been in a zoo for the first time, he grabbed his head, "What beast will frown?"

Animals?

The impatientness in Nan Ke's eyes gradually disappeared, and his eyes turned to the old man Jindao, as if he was looking at a dead person.

It is not a pleasant experience to see an old man quarrel when he is in a good mood, but he can endure it even if he is in a good mood.

But if this old man doesn't open his eyes to curse, hehe, he can't bear it.

What do you think you are?

Dare to talk to me like this?

"hiss!"

The old man Jindao shivered, and the fog around him seemed to be about to become frosted in a trance.

"Why did it suddenly get cold?"

The next moment,

‘Nan Ke’ moved.

"Hey, I have a temper, I like it."

Old Man Jindao lifted the knife up. After all, he was the eighth-grade to the ninth-grade. He was confident in his heart, otherwise he would not have guessed like this.

He had been wary of Nan Ke's possible hidden something, but now his trump card has come out, so he really has no worries.

If a ninth-grade attempt is to defeat himself with a magical technique, then why can I survive for most of my life?

"Come on, if you can defeat me three steps, I will go to the mountains to find a witch to learn to seek God tomorrow!"

The old man Jindao teased him and no longer had ink traces. As his wrist was turned, the long sword in his hand slid out like a water snake and walked around toward "Nan Ke".

When he was young, he was calm in his sword. Now that he is old, his strength is not as good as that of young people, and his sword technique has become more smooth.

The humidity was heavy at night, and the long knife quickly passed by like igniting the water vapor in the air, causing clouds and mist to linger.

Previously, Nan Ke could only avoid this sword. Now that he has invited the gods, the old man Jindao doesn't think there is any way for the other party to resist.

After all, there is a gap in grades. Just like Nan Ke’s previous dealing with those people in the martial arts world, the moves can actually play a limited role when there is a gap in absolute strength.

However, facing the spectacular attack ahead, "Nan Ke" still refused to retreat but advanced, as if there was no substantial difference between the old man Jindao in front of him and the few constables a few nights ago.

‘Click’

A crisp sound kept ringing from "Nan Ke"'s body, which was a "moan" made by the bones and muscles under excessive burdens.

The last time I came out, I was an ordinary person. Although I had come out and took a few breaths, I was not happy enough. Now I have earned it, so I can play some fun.

A blood-colored light appeared on "Nan Ke's face. His head almost wiped the blade and avoided it. The burning heat generated by the friction between the blade and the air was directly offset by the red light on his face.

Old Man Jindao noticed the movement in the fog, and was startled at first, then he turned sideways very skillfully, and turned the tip of the knife directly, slashing towards "Nan Ke" who was rushing towards him from another angle.

I have been playing with the knife for a lifetime, and this long knife is like his arm. It doesn’t mean wherever it is, but this temporary change is simply like eating and breathing.

'call'

A long sword swept through the sound of wind.

While turning the sword, "Nan Ke" slid down his feet, and the whole person twisted in an extremely inconsistent posture, and he took advantage of this gap to move forward one more step forward.

Another knife failed.

"hiss!"

The old man Jindao took a long breath and his face was no longer calm.

His black and golden long sword looks powerful and is also quick to cut people, but after all, it is a long sword. If someone really hits his arms, it will almost become a decoration.
To be continued...