When the middle-aged man discovered the old man's intention, it was already too late. Many green fangs gathered quietly above his head, and they all poured down at this moment. Within a moment, the middle-aged man was turned into a hornet's nest, and blood spurted out. He fell straight to the ground and died.
His eyes widened, his expression revealing reluctance.
With the death of the middle-aged man, the purple ring on the old man's head lost its operator and quickly dispersed all the light. The purple light shrank to an inconspicuous size and fell.
Seeing this, the old man stretched out his hand to catch the falling purple ring, and let out a "Jie Jie" proud smile. He glanced at An Qing on the side and floated towards the middle-aged man in a leisurely manner.
His eyes seemed to say: "You're next."
During this period, An Qing did not make any move and watched everything quietly.
The old man groped everywhere on the middle-aged man, and finally seemed to find something. His eyes lit up, and he smiled immediately, took out a snow-white jade pendant, weighed it in his hand, and said, "You! Don't blame me for being cruel. This result is completely unreasonable." Because you got something you didn’t deserve.”
The old man muttered to himself for a moment, then stood up and made a move, and all the green fangs flew out from the ground and circled around him.
He turned to look at An Qing, and Jie Jie sneered: "Tell me, little bastard, how do you want to die?"
An Qing said with surprise on his face: "Isn't it how you want to die?"
The old man said disdainfully: "You are a bastard who is only at the Bone Tempering Realm, and you want to kill me? This really makes me laugh out loud."
An Qing stood up and smiled: "Don't judge me with worldly eyes. I have unlimited potential and will become a swordsman in the future."
Sword Immortal?
Hearing this word, the old man was obviously stunned for a moment, then looked An Qing up and down, and the next moment he suddenly laughed, "Sword Immortal? Do you think you are a human race? Sword Immortal from ancient times? Hahahaha!" "
An Qing was stunned for a moment and thought to himself for a moment.
It seems that the mermaid tribe often hangs out in the ruins, and they know a lot about it.
Even the human sword immortals from the ancient times knew it.
In the ancient times, most of the water tribe are also called the ancient times. Only the royal family and the human race in the water tribe are collectively called the ancient times, because the ancient times span almost three eras and are divided into three different eras: upper, middle and lower.
The ancient era mentioned by the water tribe monks is almost always the last era of the ancient era, also known as the end of the ancient era.
In the ancient times, the human race had a glorious period of time, which was at the end of the middle period of the ancient times.
During that period, there had been human sword immortals. Whether they were individuals or groups, they had extremely strong combat power. One person and one sword could be said to be invincible.
It's a pity that for some reason, the once prosperous Sword Immortal disappeared near the end of the ancient era.
It has become the supreme legend of the human race.
All the Taoist weapon refining methods in the world are inextricably related to the sword refining of the swordsmen of that era.
It can be said that the particularity of the human race's refining of Taoist weapons in this era is all due to the creation of that era.
An Qing also found out about the sporadic records when he found an ancient book in the West Courtyard. Unfortunately, most of the ancient book had been torn out, making it difficult to get a glimpse of the true history.
An Qing blinked, "I am indeed a human race!"
The old man was startled when he heard this, and his laughter stopped abruptly. He stared at An Qing and said sternly: "You little bastard, you are crazy to want to be a swordsman. You don't even know who you are. Since you want to be one so much, Sword Immortal, then let me help you and send you to be reincarnated into the humble human race."
The old man suddenly stretched out his right hand and pointed at An Qing, and suddenly all the green fangs shot towards An Qing.
An Qing crossed his hands, not taking the sharp fangs seriously at all and letting them hit him.
Ding ding ding!
The green fangs seemed to be nailed to the iron plate and bounced away with a crisp sound.
The old man couldn't help showing shock when he saw it. He couldn't believe that An Qing's body was so powerful that even so many sharp fangs couldn't pierce it.
The old man showed a hint of surprise, and then licked his mouth again, "I didn't expect your body to be so strong, it should be good for making armor."
An Qing smiled and said: "If you have such ability, you can come and cramp and skin me."
"Hmph!" the old man snorted coldly: "Don't be complacent, I have plenty of ways to deal with you."
I saw him taking off a bulging bag that looked like a storage bag from his belt, holding it carefully in his hand, pulling open the rope with his dry hands, and blew into the mouth of the bag. In a few breaths, a bag crawled out of the bag. A very brightly colored egg-sized octopus.
The old man looked at the octopus and smiled ferociously, then made several gestures towards it.
The octopus nodded its round head as if spiritually, and swam out of the old man's bulge with its eight tentacles.
An Qing looked at it in shock, wondering what he was doing.
After the octopus broke away from the old man, its surface suddenly flashed, and its whole body grew rapidly. In just a few breaths, the octopus grew to a size of four to five feet. It fell to the ground with a "bang" and stared at An Qing fiercely.
An Qing was stunned and blurted out: "What the hell is this?"
The old man sneered: "Little bastard, you haven't even seen a sea beast, have you?"
An Qing frowned slightly and thought to himself: "Master Jian, do you know?"
Master Jian said: "I've seen it before. There are monsters on the ground, and there are sea beasts in the sea. It's not surprising. This little seafood is just big, so it's no big deal."
An Qing nodded slightly, "That's no problem. I don't know how this guy's meat is."
Master Jian said: "You will know if you try it."
The color of the big octopus is very bright, and each of its eight tentacles is a different color. Its cultivation level is also at the peak of Dan Palace, and it seems to be stronger than the old man. As for whether it has any trump card, it is unknown.
Without saying a word, it waved a tentacle towards An Qing.
An Qing smiled faintly, drew out his wooden sword and swiped. Without any sound, the tentacles of the big octopus were neatly broken off, and colorful blood spurted out.
The big octopus let out a mournful cry.
The old man's face was filled with astonishment. He stared at the wooden sword in An Qing's hand and was stunned for a moment. "Are you really a swordsman?"
An Qing nodded, "It will be replaced if it's fake."
The old man said in disbelief: "Impossible, you are from the water tribe, how can you become a human swordsman?"
An Qing glanced at the old man thoughtfully, then laughed and said, "Who said sword cultivators must be from the human race? As long as you have a sword in your heart, you can become a sword cultivator regardless of whether you are a human race or not."
The old man was startled when he heard this, and then coldly snorted: "It's just a wooden sword, how powerful it can be, the best is yet to come!" After that, he directed the big octopus to attack.
The big octopus was also full of anger at this moment, wishing to eat An Qing alive.
As soon as its remaining seven tentacles landed, its huge body rushed upwards and quickly swam to An Qing's head. The big mouth under its head aimed at An Qing and sprayed out colorful ink.
The brighter the color, the more dangerous it is.
An Qing knew that this must be highly poisonous ink, so he swayed and his figure turned into an afterimage and dodged in another direction.
The ink did not attack An Qing and stopped in place.
However, just as An Qing stopped, a tentacle hit him above his head.
Originally, the big octopus wanted to take advantage of An Qing's unpreparedness and launch a surprise attack. Unexpectedly, An Qing reacted more quickly. With a backhand sword, the sharp sword light once again cut off the other tentacle of the big octopus.
The big octopus wailed again after feeling pain, with fear on its face, and swam back.
An Qing chuckled, exerted force with his right foot, and shot towards the old man like a torpedo.
The old man's expression was startled, then changed again in the next second, and he quickly used a shell shield like a maple leaf to protect himself.
An Qing stared at the old man's every move, looked at the shell shield with disdain, and drew a sword from top to bottom less than three feet away from the old man.
In an instant, a curved sword thread thinner than a hair flew towards the old man.
The speed of the sword wire was so fast that the old man had no time to dodge and could only hope that the shield could block An Qing's blow.
However, a scene that surprised him still happened.
The sword wire seemed to be extremely sharp, and the maple leaf shell couldn't withstand it. Just by looking at it, the maple leaf shell turned into two halves, together with the old man's body.
The old man looked down at his own eyes in astonishment, his eyes showing an unprecedented light, splitting into two within a moment.
With just one move, the old man was killed.
He fell to the ground silently, lifeless, his eyes widened with disbelief.
An raised the corner of his mouth and slowly walked to the old man's body. After looking at it, he picked up the old man's and the middle-aged man's stored treasures and put them in his bag. He looked back at the big octopus not far away.
When the big octopus saw this, it was frightened and hurriedly turned back and swam quickly.
An Qing chuckled and didn't plan to go, because he thought the octopus's meat must be poisonous and of little edible value.
After easily defeating the old man, An Qing proudly walked in the direction of Duan Lingzang.
Duan Ling saw everything that happened here clearly. After seeing An Qing's power, he was greatly shocked and his face showed excitement.
He also flew towards An Qing quickly. The resistance in the water was nothing to him, and he quickly met An Qing.
Duan Ling said excitedly: "Brother An, you are so awesome."
An Qing chuckled and threw a storage treasure to Duan Ling, "What's this? Let's go on!"
Duan Ling nodded excitedly and said "Yeah" before returning the stored treasure to An Qing and said, "Brother An, these are your trophies. I don't want them. I have a lot of them at home."
An Qing was stunned for a moment, and then he realized how the dignified young palace master of Beihanxing Palace could lack these personal belongings, so he took back the stored treasure with a smile. He didn't even have time to see what was in it before he started to look for it. The next opponent.
Here, everyone is an opponent. As long as they are opponents, they can be killed openly and no one will say anything.
In the underground palace, fighting was happening everywhere.
Their purpose is not only to plot each other's tokens, but also to collect the other's treasures and the treasures left by their predecessors in this underground palace.
Those who can become a protector must have been carefully selected through layers of selection, and their strength is naturally very strong.
Of course, An Qing is an exception.
Duan Ling quietly took out his token and took a look at it. He was overjoyed and looked forward to An Qing's next performance.
The token at this moment glowed slightly.
It was An Qing who got rid of the old man and collected two tokens from him, and the other one belonged to a middle-aged man.
Who would have thought that when the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole stalks behind?
