The house was very simple, an ordinary wooden house, a bed, a wooden cabinet, and the place where the table should be placed were empty, presumably the table outside.

But what attracts the most attention is the head of a fierce beast with six short horns on the wall, like a lion.

At the moment when Ren Baqian stepped on the entrance, the head suddenly opened his eyes, and at the same time a breath of fierce beasts blew towards his face. Ren Baqian's eyes seemed to be no longer a skull, but a long four Mi Yuyu's fierce beast is about to rush towards him.

The ferocious beast in the eyes of the beast, and the intimidating breath made him have no doubt that he would be torn to pieces by that beast the next second.

Ren Baqian's heart seemed to be firmly held by a large hand, and he subconsciously pulled a gun back.

"Guru--!" A grunt uttered crisply from the middle of the throat, sounding like a thunder blast in Ren Baqian's brain.

Ren Baqian suddenly awakened from the hallucination, and saw that the skull on the wall was still open with eyes, and his eyes were all black, like a dark vortex to draw human soul into it.

Lin Qiaole beside her was staring at the skull on the wall, still murmuring in her throat, looking at her hands carefully, her nails were all one centimeter long.

The old man looked at Lin Qiaole with a little surprise and then gave a sulking drink in his chest: "Quiet!"

A steel spike popped into the head of the beast.

A roar passed into Ren Baqian's mind, and then the head closed his eyes, Lin Qiaole calmed down, his eyes never left the head, and he swallowed secretly.

"Senior, is this ...?" Ren Baqian couldn't help but wondered in his heart. Although he had seen many things in this world, such as the long-lived sword, such as the chain in his own mind, he also knew that he knew the world Not much is known, but the abnormal shape of the skull still shocked him.

This skull seems to have life.

"The old man followed a fierce beast that Master met at the Sixty Thousand Mountains. For so many years, it was also restless." The old man glanced at the skull on the wall, his eyes revealing a look of recollection.

"Is it still alive?" Ren Baqian lost his voice.

"Can it be alive like this?" The old man asked with a smile.

There is no body, only a skull hanging on the wall. After years of not knowing how long, no matter from which angle you look, you ca n’t die anymore, but whether you open your eyes or growl, he is Just experienced it myself.

"That was ...?" Ren Baqian asked in confusion.

"Dead is not stiff," the old man said lightly.

"Will I change that with you?" Lin Qiaole said, pointing to the skull, eyes shining.

"Oh? What do you want to exchange?" The old man laughed.

"This is much more expensive than yours." Lin Qiaole grabbed a hand from the tube top and took out three body-scented-white rabbit toffees. It looked very painful to see her expression.

Three big white rabbits are already her limit.

"What's this?" The old man was a little curious looking at what Lin Qiaole had in his hands, something he had never seen before.

Ren Baqian silently grabbed three big white rabbits in Lin Qiaole's hands, and put three more in her hands.

Although it was a firewood girl, I was always embarrassed to see her being so taken advantage of.

"My three are bigger! You make up one more!"

Unexpectedly Lin Qiaole turned his head to raise an objection to him.

Ren Baqian "..."

Silently took back Lin Qiaole's three, and put it back into her palm with a touch of warmth, too lazy to care for her.

"Toffee, it's delicious! You must not find it elsewhere." Lin Qiaole vowed to the old man.

"Forget it, this thing is dead and not stiff, it's no use you taking it." The old man shook his head.

"Let's play a game. If I win, give me that." Lin Qiaole immediately changed to robbing when he saw the exchange failed. But this is exactly what she wanted, saving three big white rabbits.

"What do you want that uncle's head to do?" The old man wondered.

"It looks delicious ..." Lin Qiaole watched the drool dripping. "Are you ready? I'm going."

Lin Qiaole also kindly reminded each other.

Old man: "..."

"Let's go out, I also want to see what a master who can be so little better than me." The old man reached out and gestured, it seems that he has not forgotten the "world difference" just now.

Lin Qiaole leaped lightly and fell into the yard.

The old man smiled at Ren Baqian before walking out slowly.

As soon as Ren Baqian followed, they saw two figures colliding, and then the figures of the two were completely indistinguishable, as if two winds collided.

The sound of physical collision was constantly heard in the air.

We just met here. The village suddenly jumped out of the dozens of figures and fell around the yard, all with wrinkles on their faces, and some people couldn't even straighten their waists.

These are the masters who lived to the present day, and realized that they came here to watch the game after the fight.

"Ah!" A scream came out within a minute. It was the old man. Ren Baqian finally put down his dim sum. It seems that Lin Qiaole did not suffer.

"Stop! Don't fight!" After a while, the old man shouted again, and his body stood there gradually from illusory,

I saw the old man in a tattered, scratched face with blood stains and a complex look on his face.

He is not a weak man in the chakra. He is a top master in Tianjing Land. Losing to a young girl makes his face look bad.

What is even worse is the other party's means!

Why did she bother?

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Even if the old man lost, that is to say, a terrible afterlife, at most he was shocked to guess the origin of the other party in his heart, and then lost and dissatisfied with the old. At such a young age, even if you start practicing in your mother's womb, how can it be so powerful?

But he had no thoughts at this time, his mind was full of ... Who did this girl learn from? Why bother?

Everyone looked at the situation on the field, looked at Lin Qiaole who was licking his paws, and then looked at the old village chief.

Qingyun sword, who has been around the world for many years, is so defeated in the hands of a little girl? Where did the Qingyun sword that sword-fighting world go?

"Qing Yunjian? Well, you are almost buried in this old bone." A tall, white-haired old man with a complex complex face was hard to understand, and finally he scolded and went out dozens of feet in a few seconds. Can't see the figure.

"Old man, old man!" The other old man shook his head and sighed.

More people turned away with complex looks.

Qingyun Sword is the old name of the old village chief, a name that was placed on many people's heads, and also a symbol of the times.

Today, he was defeated by a young man, leaving everyone a little bit sad.

The old man opened his mouth for a long time, and then touched his cheek with a dull look before he rang, "Can't we not scratch our face?"

Ren Baqian: ...

It seemed that being scratched was more difficult to accept than defeated.

The old man pursed his lips a few times before sighing quietly: "I thought that I was also a talented person in Yushu's wind and graceful manner ... I just rely on this face!"

Ren Baqian was shocked! The shameless look of this old man has his own glory!