While speaking, Fang Lin also took a brief look at the visitor. Judging from the appearance, the visitor was about seventy years old.
He is short, chubby and stooped, less than 1.7 meters tall. He has white hair and a silver beard, and his face is covered with wrinkles. He looks extremely old.
But underneath his old appearance, his eyes are bright and lively, and his movements are as smooth as clouds and flowing water, extremely free and easy. At a glance, you can tell that he is an extremely rare master of cultivation.
“As I get older, my brain doesn’t work that well.
So for a while, Mr. Fang really stopped asking this question to me. To be honest, I couldn't even remember my name.
However, I do remember that Taoist friends from all walks of life seem to have always called me God of Killing, maybe this is my name?"
Therefore, he scratched the back of his head and said with a slightly teasing smile.
"Kill...Kill God?
You...aren't you already...dead?"
This guy made it clear that he was teasing him, but Fang Lin didn't react much.
But Feng Lingxue on the side was like five thunders hitting her head, trembling all over and exclaimed.
"You know him?"
Fang Lin asked casually and curiously.
"Among all the cultivators in Yongcheng, you are probably the only one who doesn't know him.
Although it is true that no one knows his name, the name of the Killing God has made the entire Yongcheng cultivation world fearful. Even the guys from the God-killing Society are trying to avoid him..." Feng Liexue said with a look of shock.
"Haha... the little girl has such a sweet mouth, do I have such a great reputation?
If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't even know it myself! However, it's okay to talk about this kind of thing in private, but don't say it outside.
To be honest, in my life circle, my humble behavior really means nothing.
If my master hears such words, he might be criticized again."
The old man waved his hands in panic, but the pride on his face was beyond words. Fang Lin had to admit that this guy's pretentiousness was really not very good, and he simply didn't deserve a beating.
"I think it would be more appropriate for this old man to be renamed Qianba."
Fang Lin was quite disgusted and speechless.
"Don't underestimate him. I once heard from the elders in the clan that a few years ago, this guy fought four Nascent Soul Realm fourth-level masters by himself, and finally died together in the desert.
Unexpectedly, it is truly a miracle that he is still alive.
And here, there is no reason or logic at all, everything depends on mood.
Legend has it that when he is in a good mood, even blood feuds can become friends.
If they are in a bad mood, no matter whether they are warriors, cultivators, or even ordinary people, as long as they are around him, they will go on a killing spree, regardless of whether they have offended him. It is precisely because of this that he got the title of the God of Killing.
I heard that the God-Slaying Society once sent people to try every possible means to win over him, but two Nascent Soul Realm masters went there, and in the end all they returned were corpses.
But given the nature of the God-Slaying Society, they actually dare not take any revenge against him."
Although it was the first time to see him in person, Feng Lioxue was frightened for a long time when talking about what she knew about the old man.
"Hui Long Jue" is different from the general cultivation techniques, and it cannot be divided according to the general cultivation power level.
In the world of cultivation, the Nascent Soul Realm is divided into seven levels, that is, seven levels.
But Fang Lin can no longer remember how many levels he has broken through, and he still has no bottom.
So he doesn't know how many levels he has reached?
After all, I have never met a comparable opponent.
Even though Fang Lin didn't feel timid at all, he was still shocked in his heart.
Even now, Fang Lin dare not say that he is 100% able to escape from the four fourth-level Nascent Soul masters. This guy not only escaped unscathed, but also took the lives of four people. His strength is really incredible.
"That's no wonder, I. When the two little kids from the God-killing Society came, I entertained them with fine wine, delicious food and warm hospitality.
I have already told them that I have no interest in the God-killing Society at all.
It was because they had to kneel down and beg all the time, it was annoying to death, so I was forced to take action.
And you, little girl, are biased in what you say. What do you mean by just looking at your mood?
When I'm in a bad mood, those flies keep moving around me, which makes me even more upset. If I don't kill them, who will I kill?
right?
Just like when you are upset and there are a swarm of flies buzzing in your ears, wouldn't you reach out and swat them to death?
This is called reasonableness, not mass killing."
After listening to Feng Lioxue's brief description of himself, the old man was obviously unhappy.
"People are people, flies are flies.
Now I also find you very annoying, should you deserve to die too?"
Fang Lin was speechless.
"Of course you can! But it depends on whether you have this ability! Just like when you go to swat a fly, the fly does deserve to die, but it is also qualified to escape. It just depends on whether you can hit it!"
Facing Fang Lin's angry gaze and accusation, the old man looked completely disapproving.
Although the old man's logic really made people angry and speechless, his last words were not unreasonable, and Fang Lin really wanted to slap him to death immediately.
But Fang Lin was not in a hurry to take action, not only because of Feng Lioxue's terrifying description of the old man's strength, but also because he wanted to find a passage to the Shenhuan Cave. This was the real important thing to him.
The most important thing.
With the old man's strength, Fang Lin was not sure of victory. It would be best if he could find a passage to enter Shenhuan Cave directly. After all, he did not know the real situation in Shenhuan Cave at this time, let alone what would happen next.
What a terrifying opponent to face.
"What on earth do you want to do?"
With a wave of his hand to gather his true energy, Feng Lioxue said angrily.
"Although the little girl is the sweetest, her IQ is really not that good.
What are we going to do? Isn’t it obvious?
Of course it was genocide! Now you are the only one left in the Nuwa clan. Otherwise, why do you think I am still here?
Could it be that you are admiring this boring smoke and sea of clouds?"
Feeling Ling Ran's true energy emanating from Feng Lioxue, the old man completely turned a blind eye to it and said with a flat smile.
Although the old man's words were completely like a joke, Fang Lin and Feng Lioxue were both shocked.
Especially Feng Lioxue, whose whole face turned extremely dark in an instant, and she staggered even more. If Fang Lin hadn't quickly picked her up into his arms, she might have fallen off the cliff.
"You...bastard, I'll fight you."
Although Feng Lioxue was not an impulsive person, she hated the genocide and she almost didn't hesitate to raise her hand and hit the old man with a palm.
In an instant, a huge burst of true energy accompanied by the roaring wind rushed towards the old man like a long dragon.
Under the overwhelming waves, the surrounding dense fog instantly shook away several meters away, revealing the terrifying abyss.
