Just when the war was about to break out.

A strong shock wave erupted from the stone gate of the secret room, and then a middle-aged man wearing a beige Confucian shirt and holding a scroll in his hand appeared.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Although it was just a mark of divine consciousness, it gave off a very profound feeling.

Especially his eyes.

Like a river of stars hanging in the sky, between the eyes, starlight seems to be scattered and radiated towards the surroundings.

"Impossible! Aren't you dead!"

When Su Qingya saw this mark of divine sense, her voice was a little frightened, and her body stepped back in the next step.

"Yes! I am indeed dead."

The man smiled slightly, and then set his eyes on Liu Zhengyang.

There was obvious surprise in his eyes, and then when he saw the condensed grass, he was obviously a little surprised.

"I really can't think of it. I felt a little bit of inheritance back then, but you have cultivated to such a state. It really makes me a little surprised!"

Then the man raised his hand, and the attack condensed from the moon soul was caught in his hand like this.

"The power of the poisonous ice cold has not yet condensed, and your skill is still far behind!"

After speaking, it was like a piece of paper, and the power of the moon soul was directly smashed into a black ball.

Even if it was far away, it gave Liu Zhengyang a feeling of heart palpitations.

"Look! This is the real power of the Moon Soul! It's a pity, you have already gone the wrong way, and you will have no hope of this realm for the rest of your life."

After speaking, the man sighed and shook his head.

Su Qingya bit her lip, her body trembling slightly from fear or anger.

"Stop your movements and leave!"

The man suddenly spoke up.

"you!"

Su Qingya looked into the man's eyes, and the eyes that were piercing through her were obviously aware of everything, which made her panic.

"It's not the time to see him, and it's not a good thing for him to summon him now! Let's go!"

After speaking, the man waved his sleeves.

A strong green light suddenly erupted in the corridor, directly wrapping Su Qingya, and she threw her out without allowing her any resistance.

"senior!"

Liu Zhengyang said respectfully.

"You are very good!"

The man smiled and nodded: "It seems that it is a wise choice to hand the Deadwood Pie into your hands."

"The junior still doesn't know the name of the senior!"

Liu Zhengyang was also very puzzled about this. Everything he knew about the Deadwood Sect did not have the name of the former sect master.

What surprised him was that the previous leaders had clear records, but the leader who disappeared in Kyoto did not have a name. There must be many secrets in it.

People who only know this secret are either unwilling to say it, or have no way to say it.

"Name is not important! You will understand later, well, I won't stay here for a long time. If you have any doubts, just ask!"

The attitude of the former head is surprisingly good, giving people a gentle and refined feeling.

It doesn't seem to be quite the same as the rumors.

You must know that the former leader's decisive temperament is clearly recorded, but his appearance and temperament also require a certain amount of time to observe, and the suppressed situation is to solve his inner doubts.

After pondering for a while, Liu Zhengyang said with a solemn expression.

"Master, are you really gone?"