This white-haired old man who looks like a fairy but has a frail look is the same one who appeared in Xuanjing Palace.
The white-haired old man wanted to fish in troubled waters in Xuanjing Palace, but he was hit by Da Mao's merciless claws, causing him to become incontinent.
I spent more than a month recovering on that isolated island.
The injury is now mostly healed.
It's not completely healed yet.
I always feel like having diarrhea from time to time.
Although I can't pull anything out.
But there seems to be endless gas in my stomach.
At least a dozen farts a day.
The white-haired old man had actually wanted to come to Fuyun Mountain for a long time.
Because of the famous name of Fuyun Mountain, he had heard too much about it during this period.
I was very curious.
I originally planned to come directly to Fuyun Mountain after making a fortune in Xuanjing Palace to see if there were any opportunities waiting for me.
As a result, I was injured by Da Mao and was delayed for more than a month.
The injury was better and he came over immediately.
The white-haired old man did not fall down easily, but looked towards Fuyun Mountain in mid-air.
Let’s take a look at the situation first.
It's better to be cautious.
After looking at it for a while, I found that the mountain seemed to be deserted.
No one is there.
The white-haired old man felt a little more relieved.
Only then did we land on the top of the mountain.
As soon as it landed.
The white-haired old man saw some things still growing in the field.
"Hiss! These are all treasures of heaven and earth that have been extinct since ancient times!"
The white-haired old man looked shocked.
I almost couldn't believe my eyes.
He is also a remnant from ancient times, and he has a semi-saint cultivation level.
Naturally, he is well-informed.
But he had never seen the things he saw in the field at this moment.
I have only seen it in ancient books.
Today I saw a living thing.
The white-haired old man was overjoyed.
Although one has reached the level of semi-saint, there is no longer much need for heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
But the treasures here are still very useful to me. of.
Maybe you can get in touch with the realm of saints faster.
Moreover, his injuries have not completely healed yet.
It is also excellent to use these natural and earthly treasures to heal wounds.
Just with these natural resources, the white-haired old man felt that he had come to the right place.
Worth it!
He walked towards the fields, intending to loot all the treasures here.
But at this moment.
The white-haired old man seemed to feel something.
He immediately turned his head and looked into the distance.
I saw the sound of breaking wind coming from the distant sky.
"What a strong cultivation level."
The white-haired old man did not dare to be careless and immediately used his semi-sacred energy to carefully feel the realm of the person not far away.
This feeling doesn't matter.
There are actually nine strong men who aspire to be crowned!
The white-haired old man was secretly surprised.
Could it be that these nine powerful people who aspire to be the masters of this place?
They were out on business just now, but now they came suddenly. Could it be that they were aware of their presence?
Probably!
Normally, when the white-haired old man's strength was intact, he would naturally not care too much about these nine aspirants.
After all, the powerful semi-saint is above the aspiration.
but now.
The injuries on the white-haired old man's body have not yet healed.
If we really fight against these nine aspirant masters, even if we can escape unscathed, our injuries will inevitably worsen again.
This is something the white-haired old man cannot accept.
at the same time.
The nine aspirants came together.
I have already seen Fuyun Mountain from a distance.
All nine people were secretly frightened.
They all felt the power of heaven and earth surrounding Fuyun Mountain.
It is even richer than those so-called cave heaven paradises in the Central Plains.
How come there are such weird places in the four realms?
"Um?"
Taoist Mukun's expression suddenly changed.
"What's wrong?" .??.
Several other people couldn't help but look at him.
"There is a trace of a strong semi-saint!"
Taoist Mu Kun said in a deep voice.
“Although it’s very bland, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with it!”
After all, Taoist Mu Kun is a Taoist master, and Taoist magic is very sensitive to the perception of breath.
There is no doubt about this.
When several people heard this, they all showed heavy expressions.
Although they had speculated before that Ultraman was probably an existence in the semi-sacred realm.
But it was also a bit of a fluke.
But when I got here, I really felt the aura of the semi-saint, and I couldn't help but feel nervous again.
This is a semi-saint.
Even in the Central Plains, it is not something you can see casually.
Do you understand the value of a strong semi-saint?
Taoist Mu Kun went to the theater to look at the Mohist girl.
The latter nodded slightly.
Only then did the nine of them approach Fuyun Mountain cautiously.
The white-haired old man did not hide his figure.
He just stood on the top of the mountain, staring at the nine people coming side by side.
Meet both parties!
Everyone looked surprised.
"Is this white-haired old man the owner of Fuyun Mountain?"
The nine people were secretly suspicious.
"Are these nine guys the owners of this mountain?"
The white-haired old man was suspicious.
Both sides regard the other as the owner of the mountain.
No one spoke for a while.
The atmosphere is a little weird.
Long Da in the backyard pond has a panoramic view of all this.
He wanted to show up.
But look at this situation.
It seems that there is no need to come forward myself.
Stalemate Living.
No one dares to act rashly.
The white-haired old man is quite stable.
Although I was very worried in my heart, on the surface, I looked calm and unconcerned.
This kind of style made Taoist Mu Kun and the nine of them feel more and more that this white-haired old man was like a master from this world.
Moreover, the aura of the semi-holy realm is not false at all.
The nine people looked at each other.
Immediately, Taoist Mu Kun stepped forward.
He slightly cupped his fists towards the white-haired old man.
"Your Excellency, is this the Lord of Fuyun Mountain, Ultraman?"
The white-haired old man "???"
What the hell?
What is Ultraman?
But the white-haired old man finally figured it out.
These people are not the owners of this mountain.
On the contrary, they regarded themselves as the lords of the mountain.
This is a wonderful misunderstanding.
The white-haired old man became more mature with age, so he immediately took advantage of his scheme.
"Yes, I am none other than Ultraman."
The white-haired old man put one hand behind his back, and his whole body became calm and intimidating.
When the nine people heard this, their hearts became even more awe-inspiring.
Although it is somewhat different from the giant that Ye Qingyun said, maybe this white-haired old man can transform into a giant.
Anyway, if the elements of semi-sacred realm are met, it is enough.
There shouldn't be anything wrong.
"It turns out that you are Ultraman, and we are from the Central Plains."
Taoist Mu Kun told them their origins.
The white-haired old man gave a slight kick.
"Confucianism, Taoism, and Mohism, I haven't met you three for many years. I didn't expect people from the Central Plains to come to the Four Realms again."
Seeing the white-haired old man, he was not surprised at all about their origins. Instead, he told them their respective origins, which made him even more frightened.
"Sir Ultraman, you killed the genius of my Confucian family, and also killed a master who aspired to the title of my Confucian family. This matter must be given to my Confucian family to give a satisfactory explanation!"
Han Chunqiu had a gloomy face, stood up and shouted loudly.