This talented man Ning seems to be someone he can't reach?
The method of making this thousand-voice flute is said to be extremely difficult, and no one has been able to make it yet.
This talented man Ning actually made it?
Zhu An'an stuttered again at this time, "Is it possible that you are the maker of these thousand flutes?"
Before Ning Caizi could answer, the little lunatic rushed to answer, "It's impossible, the maker of Thousand Sound Flute has already left."
The old madman paused, "Aren't these all rumors? Is it true?"
"That's not true, someone saw it with their own eyes."
The little lunatic said very seriously.
The old madman shook his head and looked at the young madman, "Everything you saw is wrong. There have been too many rumors about a thousand flutes. You can't just think that everything is true."
Ning Caizi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Let me tell you something. I am the maker of Thousand-Voice Flute, so I know Thousand-Voice Flute."
The old madman coughed, and then his eyes almost popped out in surprise, "I didn't expect it was really you. What is the rumor about the death of the person who made Thousand Flute?"
Zhu An'an was also horrified and said, "This world is too malicious. It can curse people to death. These remarks are too bad."
"Yeah," Zhu Asi patted Zhu An'an on the shoulder, "Don't take things too seriously. You have to be calm."
Zhu Anan nodded, thoughtfully, "I understand."
"Everyone, please come to my place. There are tea and snacks here. Our master invites you to come."
At this time, an immortal appeared with a smile on his lips and eyebrows.
He was fully clothed in fairy robes, and he took out a whisk in his hand. It was obvious that he came with bad intentions.
"Are you invited here by the Immortal Elder?"
Feng Yunzhe became vigilant, then looked at the others, signaling everyone around him to pay attention.
After sensing the information from the people around them, the others also stood up and looked at the old man who appeared.
If one old man is not enough, another old man is needed.
"No, but someone who is a friend of the Immortal Master."
The old man chuckled and looked at everyone, but thunder and lightning faintly emitted from his hand.
Zhu Si and others all smelled the smell of fire. Looking down, they saw that the ground was covered with scorched grass.
Zhu Asi frowned.
It is conceivable that the person in front of them is threatening them.
It's really ridiculous. This group of people can't beat the Immortal Elder and his friends?
In the past, you could respect this elder immortal, but this elder immortal didn't respect them at all, so there was no point in asking them to respect them.
Zhu Asi thought clearly.
Zhu Anan and Zhu Asi thought the same thing.
We are all human beings, and they only respect the immortal because he is their elder.
In the end, this old immortal was lucky enough to find someone to teach them a lesson.
It was obviously his own evil deed, but he actually wanted to attack them.
You can't get used to this kind of person.
Looking at the old man in front of him, the old madman choked, "What if we don't go today? What? Do you think Diandiancao will be afraid of us?"
The little lunatic touched his nose and started talking too, with a slight sarcasm on his lips, "The people in my dark prison are not afraid of anything, why are they afraid of an old guy like you?"
"He's just a kid from prison. Do you really think he's so powerful?"
The old man snorted from his nose, obviously expressing his displeasure.
The little lunatic was not someone to be trifled with. He raised his morale in public and looked at the old man in front of him with contempt.
"If you continue to treat me like this, I will make you miserable!"
Instead, the old man laughed loudly, "It's really funny. I am the first thousand-year-old ancestor of this world. Do you think you are very powerful? Stop being so self-righteous."
These words made the little madman half angry. The little madman glared and rushed forward, waving his fist, intending to punch the old man in front of him.
Although the old man looked over fifty, he was very agile and ducked to the side.
After dodging, the old man stretched out his five fingers and hit the little lunatic.
A gleaming golden finger headed towards the little madman.
The little madman didn't expect that the old man would do this, and his whole body emitted purple light to block it.
The old man stepped forward and pushed the little madman over.
The little lunatic didn't expect that the old man had some dirty tricks, and his body suddenly moved towards the golden light in front of him.
Seeing that something was wrong, the old madman stepped forward quickly, intending to help the young madman block the attack.
As a result, he was stopped by Jiang Ming. Jiang Ming could see that wherever the golden light shone, it would burn, and he attracted water not far away from his hand.
All the water flow surged toward the golden light, immediately extinguishing the golden light.
The old man didn't expect that his spell was broken. His face suddenly turned blue and white, and golden light emitted from his hands again.
This time the golden light would drown people, but Jiang Ming snapped his fingers and the golden light in front of him froze into ice.
The old man held his breath again, and finally transformed into a huge monster.
The monster roared at Jiang Ming and others, and violent blood spurted out of its mouth.
Zhu Asi was so disgusted by the sight that he almost vomited.
Others also began to feel uncomfortable and acted as if they wanted to walk out.
The old man was so proud that he completely ignored everyone, and then planned a sneak attack.
Jiang Ming was impatient. Originally, he had some worries, thinking that the old man might make some big move.
Now he felt that if he continued to indulge this old man, they would all be extremely disgusted by then.
Thinking of this, a huge light appeared in his hand, directly surrounding the old man.
The old man only felt that his whole body seemed to be wrapped in something, and he began to pound hard on the barrier that wrapped himself.
"What have you done to me?"
The old man was almost dying of anger, but he couldn't struggle at all.
The little lunatic knew Jiang Ming's trick and suddenly felt proud.
He knew very well that it was impossible for the old man to struggle away.
Struggle open is simply whimsical.
Jiang Ming didn't answer, he just looked at the old man in front of him and ran around as he pleased.
The old man struggled hard and found that Jiang Ming didn't speak. He was almost furious, but he didn't know what to do, and he suddenly became restless.
"Hey, hey, come on, pay attention to me, what are you doing?"
The old man was completely impatient, and he kept releasing spiritual power from his hands. However, when the spiritual power spread to the surroundings, the old man suffered a backlash.
The old man immediately spit out a mouthful of blood. Not long after, other blood in his mouth began to spit out.
He vomited so much blood that stars appeared in his eyes and he almost fell down.
The little lunatic was extremely pleased with what he saw and exclaimed in his heart.
