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- "Who is this old man?"
"Which sect is this elder? I've never seen him before!"
The monks below are also in a state of confusion. One old man goes up, and then another old man goes up, but this is fine. In this case, the fight between the two old men will have nothing to do with the young people.
The island owner and the first elder were also stunned. Why did two old men appear again?
During the Baiyulou Tianjiao gathering, they noticed that these two people were unusual. At this moment, they actually appeared in the ring again. However, today's operation was in line with their wishes. With veteran masters coming forward, at least they did not need the Blood Demon Sect. The junior took the risk.
On the stone pillar, the second elder, who had been swaying with his eyes closed and concentrating, now opened his eyes and stared at the scene below.
"Youwho are you?"
"What do you mean?"
The old man from the Sea Clan said in a daze, an unpleasant feeling rising in his heart. The old man in front of him felt a little difficult to deal with, and his strength was very likely to be greater than his.
"It's not interesting. It's my turn for the fourth game, so I came up naturally. Is there any problem?"
"Didn't you also come on stage according to the serial number of this token?"
When he mentioned the basket, his expression was dull, he raised the No. 4 token in his hand, and said calmly.
"Hmph! Everything I do is in compliance with the rules when I go on stage, but it's different for you. You can't go on stage if you're not of the right age!"
The old man from the Hai tribe snorted coldly, grabbed the hand holding the basket, and narrowed his eyes slightly to feel it carefully. In an instant, his expression changed drastically.
The old man in front of him was so young that he even thought there was something wrong with his perception. He couldn't help but feel it again, and cold sweat penetrated it.
"Eighteight years old?"
"Your special brew is eight years old?"
The old man from the Hai tribe had a look of disbelief on his face. Bone age cannot be faked. This is common sense in the cultivation world, but the inexplicable appearance of the old man in front of him really broke his cognition.
No matter how he perceived it, the conclusion he reached was surprisingly consistent. The old man's bone age was terrifyingly young, only about eight years old, equivalent to that of a child.
What the hell is eight years old?
You call this eight years old?
"No, you must be using tricks, island owner, test him!"
The old man of the Hai tribe shouted, the age of bones is like the annual rings of trees. How many years you have lived are engraved on the bones. No one can change this, unless the bones and blood are replaced. This is possible.
But even if the bones are replaced, they must be replaced by the bones of an adult. The bones of an eight-year-old child are just tiny. How can they be as tall as the body of the old man in front of me?
There must be something fishy about this.
"Let me take a look."
A strange color flashed in the eyes of the island owner, and he stretched out two slender jade fingers and placed them on the wrist of the old man from the sea tribe. After closing his eyes and looking carefully, there was also a touch of faint shock on his face.
She is a saintly cultivator, and her perception is far deeper than that of the old man from the Sea Clan. She found that the old man in front of her was not only only eight years old, but also had no cultivation at all in his body, and had no power of immortality at all. This was unimaginable. matter.
It is absolutely impossible that anyone who can reach the area around this arena does not have a trace of immortal power. Even a mortal who does not know how to practice will have some immortal power seeping into his body.
If we use numbers as an analogy, the immortal power of their monks is one hundred, then the power of ordinary people is one, and it can never be zero.
The old man in front of her has extraordinary strength. He can hide his cultivation perfectly, and even she can't detect it.
"The bone age is indeed eight years old. This cannot be false."
The island owner calmed down his emotions and quickly returned to the calm state of the ancient well.
"In terms of age, there is no problem. Both of them are top-notch young talents. There is no problem in the order of appearance. If Mr. Huang Se has no objection, the competition can continue as usual."
The island owner said something, turned around and drifted away with the great elder, leaving only the confused old man of the sea tribe behind.
"Damn it, eight years old!"
"The old man is eight years old?"
"Do you think I'm a fool?"
"Is this thing eight years old?"
The geniuses are in a state of confusion. An old man who is more than enough to be their grandfather is only eight years old? Who are you trying to fool?
There are many wonders in the world, and the methods of the two old men on the stage are really amazing. They can actually hide their age from the outside world. However, I guess the island owner also loves the talented juniors, so he turned a blind eye to this and let the two old men do it.The first showdown.
"Hehehehe, I am invincible at the age of eight!"
"Do you have any more questions? Can we start playing?"
He said cheerfully as he lifted the basket.
"Fellow Taoist is eight years old, but I am already twenty. I am twelve years older than you. I would like to call you a good brother. I don't want to hurt you. For this competition in the ring, how about we stop talking and don't hurt your name?" ?¡±
The old man from the Hai tribe put his hands behind his back and spoke slowly, as if an elder was giving guidance to a younger one.
"No problem, don't worry, I'm a very easy-going person."
"I only feel sorry for giegie!"
When he lifted the basket, he also put his hands behind his back and said with a smile.
¡°Made, this Sea Clan is really nothing. It¡¯s okay to bully a junior. He will kill him in a fight later.
The conversation between the two seemed to be peaceful, but there was an indescribable strange feeling about these two old men just now.
"In this case, I will offend my brother!"
"Fight in all directions!"
The old man from the Hai clan shouted in a deep voice, grabbed his hands in the air, and a long blue knife shot out of the air, danced in the air, and slashed down towards the basket.
A huge waterfall of water fell from the sky in the void and struck a heavy blow on the shoulder of a basket. The tattered clothes were torn and shattered, revealing a skinny and old body.
When he lifted the basket, he still had a smile on his face. He was motionless when slashed by the long knife, and not even a single scratch was left on his body.
"this¡¡"
The old man of the Sea Clan was shocked. He had no intention of testing him. How could he not even break through the opponent's body with his killing move?
"Cut out the water!"
The old man waved the long knife in his hand, causing waves to rise all over the sky. The waves hit the shore like rolling thunder. At this moment, the cultivation of the semi-saint realm was undoubtedly exposed. The aura of terror filled the air. The waves turned into cold blades and swept across. The basket was submerged in it.
Every drop of water turned into the intention of the sword. The old man's use of the intention of the sword was so wonderful that even a strong man of the same level would not dare to take this move forcefully.
But the next scene shocked him completely. He saw an old palm let the water flow filled with shocking knife power cut through it, slowly stretched out, and grabbed the long water-edged knife in his hand. , unscathed.
"The Ten Paths of the Heavens!"
A slightly hoarse voice came out faintly and floated into the ears of the old man from the sea tribe. Immediately afterwards, the wildly rushing waves suddenly broke apart and flew out in all directions. He lifted the basket and pulled the long knife close to him, and it burst into pieces. The yellow-toothed old mouth bit down in one bite amid the horrified eyes of everyone present. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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