In fact, Jiang Hongtao didn't expect much of these three swords. He just wanted to buy time and take advantage of the gap between the old beggar's acceptance and kill Lu Pingan.

According to the content of the conversation between the three of them, he didn't think that the old beggar would hunt down and kill himself for two unfamiliar juniors.

However, Jiang Hongtao still overestimated himself, and at the same time underestimated the old beggar.

"Hehe, young people nowadays, Jing loves all these fancy things."

Facing the flying sword that swept straight in, the old beggar smiled contemptuously and continued to drink.

He neither blocked nor exploded aura defense on his body surface. He was completely slaughtered by the neck.

The three flying swords arrived in no time, and the sheepskin fur worn by the old beggar was blown constantly by the sword wind, and he was about to die under the flying sword.

But when the flying swords lined up were about an arm's distance from the old beggar, for some reason, the flying swords suddenly stopped, floating in the air, and their power disappeared.

No matter how Jiang Hongtao used the air machine to pull, Feijian never responded.

"Well, not bad! They are all good swords."

The old beggar released his right hand, and the wine cup was fixed in place out of thin air.

As he put his arms out the window, a magical scene appeared.

I saw that the three flying swords actually started to tremble, trembling with joy, and then hovering around the old beggar's arm like a pet bird.

"Yijian recognizes the Lord?!"

Jiang Hongtao could hardly believe his eyes, and said in horror, "You...who are you?!"

"Oh, why do people always ask this question."

When the old beggar heard it, he scratched his sparse hair and said in annoyance, "Sorry, old man, I have lived a long time, and I have forgotten my name."

When the voice fell, Jiang Hongtao remained silent for a long time.

Lu Ping'an vaguely noticed that something was wrong, and squinted, taking a breath.

I saw that Jiang Hongtao's pupils were already dilated at this time, and there was a blood hole in his mouth, throat, and eyebrows.

The next moment, a line of blood appeared on Jiang Hongtao's neck from the inside out.

A breeze blew by, and the head fell to the ground.

While talking and laughing, the old beggar took his life!

While shocked in his heart, Lu Pingan, who had lost too much blood, lost consciousness again...

In fact, the attic where the old beggar was located was the Drunken Moon Tower previously selected by Tian He.

As soon as Tian He came in with Lu Ping'an on his back, the old beggar hurried forward, but instead of rushing to heal Lu Ping's injury, he went to get his own benefits.

"Hey, it's okay, if you don't have the two of you, the old man won't be able to check out later."

The old beggar said happily as he counted the silver coins in his purse.

"Senior, my virtuous brother is dying, please save him!"

Tian He knelt down and asked for help. Although Jiang Hongtao is dead, he is still not at ease.

"It's all right, get me up."

The old beggar waved his sleeves impatiently, "Do you think I'm going to die? Also, don't kneel down when nothing happens in the future. Use it for a fart!"

While admonishing Tian He, the old beggar waved to the two girls who played the piano to step back, and then hooked his fingers, and Lu Ping'an, who was lying on the bed, slowly floated into the air.

"Tsk tusk, it's not easy to survive till now, but this body's cultivation is probably..."

The old beggar shook his head and said, but stopped halfway through the conversation.

After pondering for a long time, the corners of his mouth rose, and his expression of appreciation continued: "Hehe, good boy, there are talented people from generation to generation."

While talking, I saw the old beggar hook again.

In the alley below the rear window, the long sword that Jiang Hongtao dropped to the ground quickly flew off the ground, and then the hilt was facing forward, and the tip of the sword was facing backward, falling into his hand precisely.

"Come out."

The old beggar turned his wrist and nailed the long sword into the ground.

When the voice fell, the statue of the resentful spirit that was originally imprisoned in the Seven Star Array of Lu Ping's Sea of ​​Consciousness was drawn out by an invisible force.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie, come out, I am finally out! I am free!"

The resentful spirit's laughter resounded throughout the room, and the turbulent yin and evil aura, if substantial, spread to the surroundings, causing the room temperature to drop a little lower, and Tian He looked pale.

He never expected that such a monster was still hidden in Lu Pingan's body.

"Freedom! Just let it go, let me borrow some materials by the way."

The old beggar scolded with a smile.

"Huh? My power... Damn it! What are you doing?"

The statue resentful spirit originally wanted to rush into the old beggar's body to take home, but the next moment it discovered that the long sword nailed into the ground was like a horse-tethering stake, and it was being fixed on it by some powerful force.

As the old beggar reached out and grabbed it, part of the Wraith was actually torn off from his body.

"Practicing essence can transform qi, and practicing qi can transform spirit, and of course the reverse is also possible."

The old beggar said, closing his eyes lightly.

Afterwards, he saw part of the resentful spirit consciousness in his hand gradually dissipating, rising to the roof, transforming into a cloud of white smoke, and then all gathered to Lu Ping's wound.

Tian He, who was watching from the side, couldn't help widening his eyes, and saw that the white smoke was still changing, and finally turned into new bones and flesh and blood!

Reborn and regenerate.

Could this old beggar be a strong man in reincarnation?

No, that's not right!

Tian He shook his head sharply, denying his guess.

Although a cultivator in the rebirth realm can achieve physical regeneration, it is for oneself.

To be able to reshape the body for others, it has to be...

Tian Heben wanted to make bolder guesses, but his insight was shallow.

He had only heard of the extremely powerful people above the reincarnation stage, and he couldn't imagine the extent to which these people could have magical powers.

While thinking about it, he heard the old beggar clap his hands: "Okay, it's basically nothing serious."

At this time, Lu Pingan's abdomen and left calf, which were pierced by the flying sword, had completely recovered, and there was no scar at all, which was amazing.

"Thank you senior!"

Tian He knelt down again to thank you.

"Tsk!"

Seeing this, the old beggar couldn't help but sighed, "Did your kid be scared just now? Doesn't he have a long memory?"

"No." Tian He shook his head solemnly, and explained, "This kneeling is for apprenticeship. Please seniors teach me skills, juniors will surely live forever..."

"Hey, stop here!"

When Tian He was halfway through, the old beggar didn't have the slightest masterful style to raise his hand to exhort him, "Boy, you can forgive me, it's not that the old man's mouth is poisonous, I really can't teach you."

After speaking, the old beggar picked up the purse, went downstairs excitedly, and ordered another good wine and food on the table.

Tian He is in his early twenties this year. Although he has just reached the championship, for cultivators, this is already a watershed stage.

At this age, he has only the five levels of martial arts realm cultivation, which shows that his talent is limited.

Under normal circumstances, Tian He will basically stop in the real martial arts in this life, teaching him kendo has no meaning, but it may also hit Dao Xin, which is harmful and useless.

"Ugh!"

Although he was psychologically prepared, Tian He couldn't help sighing, and his mood fell to the extreme for a while.

Sure enough, my own kind of trash doesn't even have the qualifications to be a cow or a horse...

Tian He was already ashamed, and even his determination to avenge his father was shaken. Unexpectedly, when the old beggar started eating and drinking, he changed his mouth again.

"Haha, this crispy meat is good! Boy, come and have a bite, hey, call you."

Seeing Tian He who was shrinking in the corner was lacking in interest, the old beggar curled his lips and said in a bad mood, "Okay, don't be like a girl, isn't it just learning skills, take it."

Cang!

A white stone chess piece rolled down in front of Tian He.

"Um...Senior, what is this?"

Tian He picked it up puzzledly, and saw that, except for the roundness and regularity of this chess piece, the rest of it was unremarkable, and the stone used for its construction was also very common.

What makes people laugh and cry is that at the bottom of the chess piece, there is a king **** carved and painted, which is both funny and unconventional.

"Ah? Your kid will never be blind, right? Of course it is a chess piece."

While talking, the old beggar threw two peanut beans in his mouth, and said again in a shocking voice, "Boy, have you heard of Qimen's Fengtiegu? I brought this chess piece from him."

"You... Are you talking about Tianyuan Saint Hand Wind Iron Gallbladder?"

Hearing this, Tian He couldn't help opening his chin, his eyes dull, and he could hardly believe his ears.

Who dares to paint the **** on the chess pieces of Feng Tie Dan, who is this old beggar sacred?