Hearing what Hu Huan said, Li Xunhuan, Tang Bohu and A Fei were all shocked. They all turned to look at the old man. They didn't expect that this old man who seemed to be old and dry and fell down in the wind would actually fall down. He is ranked fourth in the "Weapons Spectrum", and this time he is more qualified to compete for the top spot.
The old man's granddaughter stared at Hu Long with a pair of big black eyes, but she didn't expect how this man could guess the identity of her grandfather.
Only the old man and Wang Shouren looked calm and were not surprised at all.
When one's martial arts reaches the innate state, one can be called a master, and one can naturally be restrained and return to his original nature. People who have not yet reached the level of cultivation can even find it difficult to tell from their appearance that they have martial arts, let alone guess the depth of their martial arts.
Only when innate masters meet each other, will there be a subtle reaction between each other due to their respective innate energy. Therefore, not only Hu Long, but also Wang Shouren also discovered the old man's identity as a martial arts master.
In addition, the last few sentences of the story told by the grandfather and grandson just now have some clues. With Wang Shouren's intelligence, he is 70% to 80% sure of determining the identity of the old man, but he has not announced it to his mouth.
Similarly, the old man had already noticed Hu Yuan and Wang Shouren, so he readily accepted Li Xunhuan's invitation.
Although everyone had their own thoughts, they all knew that this was not the place to talk. They immediately entered the private room one by one and took their seats around a round table. A Fei and the girl stood behind Hu Long and the old man respectively.
Everyone reported their names. The old man called himself "Sun Cangshou" and the girl named "Sun Xiaohong".
Hu Long and others knew immediately that the old man was using a pseudonym.
After ten or eight years, his gray hair will turn completely white, and he will probably be renamed "Sun Baifa".
But the girl's name might be true, after all, the old man kept calling her "Hong'er".
However, everyone is a smart person, and it is the right thing to see through and not tell the truth, so they all have the right to regard "Sun Cangshou" as the old man's real name.
While everyone was chatting, several waiters filed in with trays and arranged various hot and cold meat and vegetable dishes on the table in an orderly manner. They also placed several jars of the finest aged delicacies stored in the store aside.
After Li Xunhuan casually rewarded them, he told them not to come in to serve them unless they were summoned, and sent them out.
Because Hu Yuan had revealed his identity, the old man no longer deliberately hid it. His slightly rickety back suddenly straightened, and the body sitting upright on the chair immediately revealed the majestic demeanor of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi. His pair of eyes were as clear as water and as bright as electricity. He looked at Hu Long and Wang Shouren with his eyes, seeming to admire and sigh:
"I am so ignorant that I don't know when two such young innate masters appeared in the world. If I hadn't been worried about being too presumptuous just now, when I was listing those who were qualified to compete for the top spot in the 'Weapons Spectrum', I should have compared these two with that' Silver Halberd Wenhou and Lu Fengxian are compared to each other."
Wang Shouren had never dealt with people in the martial arts world, and he didn't know how to interact with him. He could only say humbly: "The old man is too praised, and he is ashamed of his late life."
Hu Long said with a smile: "The old gentleman made a mistake this time. Pindao just looks young, but in reality he is already past his forties. This prince is a rising star like that 'Silver Halberd Wenhou'."
Although he was young at heart, he had no interest in pretending to be cute or young. He just didn't want to shock the world, so he discounted his true age and resigned himself to being a middle-aged uncle.
Everyone was greatly surprised, and the old man praised: "The Taoist Master is able to maintain his appearance, which shows that not only has his cultivation level reached the state of perfection, but the skills he cultivates must also be unique."
Then he turned to Tang Yin and Li Xunhuan and said: "The two young friends have obtained the true inheritance of the 'Overlord Spear' from Brother Tang and the 'Frost Moon Sword' from Fairy Leng, and their own cultivation level is only one step away from the innate realm. If they can cross the border within one year, If you take this step, you will be able to compete with the heroes of the world."
Tang Yin seemed to be startled, and waved his hands repeatedly: "Ever since my father got angry and died because of a poor man's ranking in the 'Weapons Book', my mother has set up family rules and strictly ordered me not to set foot in the world, nor to show my martial arts in front of others. Therefore, you can feel free to do whatever you want when it comes to fighting and killing, and you can completely ignore me."
Li Xunhuan was eager to give it a try: "To be honest with you senior, this junior is really interested in joining in the fun. A few years ago, my mother saw that this junior was quite yearning for things in the world. She once said that as long as the junior's cultivation level breaks through the innate realm, she can show it to the outside world. I am the heir of the 'Frost Moon Sword'."
Although the two had completely different reactions, neither of them was too surprised that the old man knew their identity.
This "old man Tianji" can tell the secrets of the world when he is telling stories, and there must be a very sensitive but unknown information channel behind him.
Hu Yuan entered the innate realm a year ago. Although he felt that his cultivation had greatly improved, he didn't know how he compared with the famous masters in this world. Today, he met "Old Man Tianji" who would eventually top the "Weapons Spectrum" ”, which gave rise to a sense of temptation.
Taking the opportunity of raising a glass to toast the old man, he suddenly asked: "Why is the old man's 'Tian Ji Wan' not with you?"
The old man's eyes moved slightly, he slowly drank the wine in the glass, and said with a calm smile: "The stick is still there."
Hu Long asked again: "Where?"
The old man pointed the tobacco stick in his hand to his left chest and replied: "It's in my heart, and it's also in my hand."
Hu Long looked at the ordinary dry tobacco stick: "Is this the 'Tianji stick'?"
The old man said: "Because the stick is in the heart, everything can be a stick."
Hearing these mysterious and mysterious dialogues, Wang Shouren's face showed admiration.
Li Xunhuan and Tang Yinze seemed to have some realization.
Among them, Tang Yin even sighed in his heart, if his father could realize this truth back then, he would still be able to stab the scholar to death even if the gun tip is broken.
As for Ah Fei and Sun Xiaohong, they still seem to understand but have limited understanding.
Hu Yuan remembered that in the original work, Shangguan Jinhong had to wait a few years after the second arrangement of the "weapon spectrum" to reach the state of "no rings in the hands and rings in the heart."
It can be seen from this that the cultivation of "Old Man Tianji" is indeed one step ahead of everyone else, and he deserves the top spot.
However, martial arts realm does not equal combat power. Although Hu Long has not fully understood this truth, he does not feel that he is necessarily weaker than his opponent.
With a slight movement of his hand, the paper and coal that the old man put on the table to light his cigarette flew out automatically.
He pinched the paper charcoal with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and stretched out the remaining three fingers, half flexing and half extending. He gently twisted the end of the paper charcoal with the thumb and index finger of his left hand, ignited it with a trace of pure Yang energy, and then burned the paper. He handed the coal to the old man and said, "Old sir, please!"
The old man took a deep look at him, said "Thank you", then put the white jade cigarette holder in his mouth, leaned forward and put the brass smoke pot filled with shredded tobacco to the flickering flame at the front of the paper coal.
The moment the flame began to burn the tobacco, Hu Long's three stretched fingers trembled to a very small extent, and the fingertips faintly covered several acupuncture points on the old man's face, which was only two feet away.
The old man seemed to be slowly turning the cigarette rod to adjust the angle in order to make the tobacco burn more fully. In fact, every turn was corresponding to the trembling of Hu Long's fingers. It was like an iron chain across the river, blocking traffic and blocking all possible attacks from the opponent's fingertips. .
In just a few breaths, the two sides could undergo endless changes in this small space. The thrilling situation was infinitely more thrilling than the exchange of swords, swords, fists and kicks.
