Ever since Liu Nian performed a performance of opening and closing the door, the ten feet in front of the stone gate has been empty. No one has stepped forward to try to crack the stone gate formation. The Qingluo grassland has also returned to its long-lost silence.
Because instead of stepping forward to break the formation and get blown away, it would be more practical to sit behind Liu Nian and wait.
Everyone's thoughts are simple: "Anyway, everyone comes to the cave to hunt for treasures. Even if you don't like us, you have to open the door sooner or later!"
"You can't bear to take action, right?
Okay, okay, let's just spend it like this and see how long you can endure it! "
It was already noon, and light snow began to fall in the sky.
The monks sat cross-legged on the snow, all eyes focused on Liu Nian in the first row, letting the falling snow cover their heads without showing any intention of driving him away.
At this time, a loud noise suddenly came from in front of the stone gate, breaking the tranquility on the Qingluo grassland.
The ground shook continuously, and earth and debris flew everywhere. The first thing everyone felt was that a huge mountain fell to the ground from a height of 10,000 meters.
Many of the monks who had been focusing on Liu Nian were startled by this movement.
Everyone looked towards the source of the sound. The ground in front of the stone gate was like a spider web, full of wide cracks. In the center of the cracks, there was a huge pit of unknown depth.
Not long after, a man jumped out of the pit and entered everyone's field of vision.
This man was wearing a gray robe that didn't fit well, and the tangled muscles under the clothes were vaguely visible.
He was quite handsome, with blood-red hair, and frighteningly white skin, as if he was seriously ill, with no trace of blood on his face.
Of course, no one present would think that this red-haired man was easy to bully based on this alone.
There was a heavy look of sleepiness on the man's face. He couldn't help but yawn first, and then he glanced at everyone with tearful eyes.
After coming into contact with the man's gaze, most people chose to avoid it.
Because it takes courage to look into the eyes of a strong person. To be able to face a strong person without any harm, apart from another strong person, there are only ignorant people.
At this time, the man seemed to see something, the sleepiness on his face dissipated a little, and his eyes stopped in one direction.
Facing the man's gaze, Liu Nian removed the peach from his mouth, but did not stop chewing it, staring at the red-haired man fearlessly.
"Da Nian, I feel like this person is looking at me?"
"Well, Er Nian, I feel it too!
Although this man has no mana fluctuations, it is undeniable that he is very strong and cannot be an opponent you can defeat with just a brick.
If you don't have to fight, you'd better not conflict with him. This guy is a physical practitioner, and he has already practiced physical training with blood energy! It's very troublesome to fight him! "
After some reminders from his inner demon, Liu Nian looked at the man more curiously, with a bit more caution in his eyes.
Blood energy is the watershed of physical strength. The strength of a body practitioner with blood energy is vastly different from that of a body practitioner without blood energy. It cannot be generalized.
However, blood energy is extremely difficult to cultivate. It not only requires day and night exercise, but also requires a large amount of heavenly materials and earthly treasures to nourish the body. Therefore, there are very few physical practices in the world of cultivation that can cultivate blood energy.
"Blood energy! Da Nian, this guy's skin is so white, he can actually practice blood energy? How strange!"
"Is this so strange? There are so many folk remedies for whitening skin and condensing blood energy in Haoqi Immortal Sect. It's not like you haven't seen them before."
"But those folk remedies have serious side effects! Didn't you tell me to forget them all?"
Liu Danian was silent, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
At this moment, the red-haired man chuckled for no reason and strode towards Liu Nian's direction.
"Second thoughts, this person's eyes are full of hostility, he probably has bad intentions, so you must be careful!
Although you often hit people with bricks, don’t forget that you are a martial artist, and don’t think that your physique is better than that of ordinary monks, so you can engage in close combat with physical cultivators unscrupulously!
Think more about the outcome of the close battle between you and that big python in Huangyan. "
Recalling the moment when Huang Yan kicked him unconscious, Liu Nian couldn't help but shudder.
Physical cultivation and barbarian demon both focus on strength. Compared with these two, technical cultivation does not seem so flexible.
Unless the magic cultivator masters many types of spells, and all of them have reached the point where one thought can become a spell. Otherwise, once the martial arts practitioner is brought close to the body by the physical practitioner, the outcome will be determined immediately.
But no matter how many spells he has, if he is approached by physical cultivators or barbaric demons, he will only be beaten or run away.
Liu Nian stared at the red-haired man closely and secretly used his magic power to prevent the red-haired man from making a sudden move.
The man looked at Liu Nian and shouted loudly: "Father, it's been so long!"
ah?
"Eh... Da Nian, this must be the first time I've met this man! He actually called me foster father! Is this... so polite?"
"Second thought, I guess... he must have recognized the wrong person!"
"Oh, then Da Nian, since I took advantage of him, should I call him back..."
In the consciousness space, Liu Da Nian lay on the sea, protecting his forehead, and sighed deeply.
You, Liu Ernian, are probably the only person in the world who can make me angry like this casually!
Just when Liu Nian was thinking about whether to call him "Dad" back, Mr. Huang stood up slowly and stared at the red-haired man.
Liu Nian looked at the red-haired man who was gradually walking in, and then turned to look at Mr. Huang. He saw on his face the joy of meeting again after a long separation, but also the unspeakable worry.
Liu Nian nodded, picked up the peach and continued to nibble as if nothing was wrong.
Because he knows that he doesn't have to pay back the word "Dad".
Mr. Huang walked towards the red-haired man tremblingly, and at the same time made a scolding sound like an elder.
"Jinger! Where have you been all these years? Why don't you go home? Do you know how worried I am about you!"
"Jing'er, aren't you unable to practice? When did you have such strength!"
"Jinger, what's going on with your hair? Why did it become this color!"
…
Listening to this series of caring questions, the red-haired man showed a moved expression on his face.
"I haven't seen you for fifty years, but your adoptive father's voice is still the same..."
The red-haired man's soft voice paused for a moment, his expression gradually turned cold, and there was a bit of anger in his eyes, and he said coldly: "That's so disgusting!"
As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly turned cold. Mr. Huang was a little confused and froze on the spot.
The audience next to them thought it was a touching scene of the reunion of father and son, but they didn't expect the atmosphere to change so quickly, and they all made dumbfounded expressions.
Tao Hu stepped forward and shouted: "Huang Jing! How did you talk to the master? Don't forget..."
When the red-haired man heard this, his eyes flashed sharply, and he immediately shouted: "Call me Shangguan Jing!"
The waves of sound swept over him, mixed with unusually powerful power, which made Taohu's hair stand on end in the out-of-body state, and his whole body became stiff, and he did not dare to continue speaking.
