This mahogany sword was inserted straight into the ground less than ten meters in front of Zhang Fan. Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment. He was silent for a while and decided to go up and have a look.
After a while, Zhang Fan came to the place where the peach wood sword was inserted. The surface of this mahogany sword was covered with black bloodstains. Half of the mahogany sword was inserted into the ground for an unknown distance, with only a small section exposed.
Zhang Fan raised his right hand, grasped the hilt of the mahogany sword, and then pulled it out with all his strength. As soon as he pulled it out, the brown-yellow peach wood sword immediately trembled a few times, and then the next moment, it was easily pulled out.
After pulling it out, Zhang Fan was dumbfounded. Because he found that the mahogany sword only had half of it, and the other half, depending on the situation, seemed to be broken in the ground and could not be taken out.
"What's going on?"
"The quality is too bad!" Zhang Fan tilted his mouth and said with a look of complaint. But just as he finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly blew in the originally empty and silent tomb.
Zhang Fan couldn't help but shiver when he was blown by the sinister wind.
"Could there be some kind of ghost lurking here?" Zhang Fan suddenly became nervous as he thought of the terrible danger he encountered outside.
Now the black leather manual cannot be used, and the ghosts in the ghost frame cannot be summoned. Once he encounters an unknown ghost attack, he has no way to resist.
Currently, his only trump card is the clown's red balloon. Moreover, the clown's red balloon is not that easy to use. When using it, you basically have to rely on luck to extract the appropriate supernatural power.
Zhang Fan put the clown's red balloon to his mouth and blew it. As long as a scary ghost appeared, he would bite it without hesitation.
"Cough...cough...cough!" Suddenly, an old cough sounded in Zhang Fan's ears.
This voice seemed to contain endless vicissitudes of life, with a biting coldness. The moment Zhang Fan heard the cough, his pupils suddenly shrank and sweat overflowed from his palms.
"Sure enough, there is a ghost hiding here!" Zhang Fan's nervousness reached its extreme, and he was about to bite the red clown balloon he was blowing.
"You young man, what are you doing with my peach wood sword!" After the cough, a lazy old voice rang out.
This old voice sounded like that of an elderly man.
"Huh?" Hearing this, Zhang Fan looked confused.
"What are you thinking about? I'm talking about you!" The old man's voice sounded again.
"A ghost that can communicate?" Zhang Fan asked subconsciously.
"Who are you talking about? You little melon!" Zhang Fan called him a ghost, and there was a hint of displeasure in the old man's voice.
"Who are you?" Zhang Fan took the clown's red balloon out of his mouth, held it in his hand, and asked in a low voice.
"Are you talking about me? My name is Sai Laoxian. Of course, you can also call me Laoxian!" In the air, the old man's voice sounded again, explaining to Zhang Fan.
"Old god?!" Zhang Fan murmured softly.
"Oh, that's right! It's me who is the master!!" The old man who called himself Sai Laoxian said hurriedly.
"Where are you? Why can't I see you?" Zhang Fan heard a strange look on his face.
This man named Sai Laoxian is really thick-skinned. How could he call himself an old god when he comes up?
"I'm behind!" Sai Laoxian's light voice sounded again. After Zhang Fan heard this, he quickly turned around and looked behind him.
The moment he looked, he saw an old man wearing a black robe with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a lewd expression.
This old man has a child-like appearance, full of energy, and a snow-white beard that reaches to his chest. He looks quite immortal, but the look he looks at Zhang Fan has an extremely vulgar charm. .
"Are you...are you a living person or a ghost?" Zhang Fan was startled by the sudden appearance of the old man in black robe and asked quickly.
"What do you think?" the old man in black robe asked with a smile.
"I feel like you are a ghost!"
"This kind of bird doesn't poop. It's strange that there are alive people in the underground tombs full of dangers!" Zhang Fan said it almost without thinking.
When Zhang Fan said this, the old man in black robe was slightly stunned, but he soon laughed out loud and said with admiration: "Oh, you young man, you look silly on the surface, but you have a bright mind. !"`
"I have indeed been dead for a long time now."
"You are the first living person I have seen in such a long time!"
"I am destined to see you today. If you kneel down and kowtow to me a few times, maybe I will make an exception and accept you as my disciple and teach you the supreme Taoism of Maoshan!!" After hearing this, Zhang Fan couldn't help curling his lips with a look of doubt on his face. said: "Who do you think you are? Let's not brag, okay?"
"Hey, you young man, how can you be so ignorant of good and evil? I think back then, how many people wanted to kneel and kowtow and beg me to be their master. I didn't even agree. Today, I make an exception and want to accept you as a disciple. You have been cultivating me for eight lifetimes. You don't know how to be grateful for this blessing, and you dare to question me. You are so arrogant! How courageous!" After hearing Zhang Fan's disdainful words, Sai Laoxian suddenly showed displeasure on his face and shouted in a low voice.
"Okay, okay, I'm too lazy to argue with you. I have something else to do, so I'll pay my respects to you!" Zhang Fan saw that this old immortal Sai was a little crazy. He waved his hand hurriedly and continued to follow. In the mood of the conversation, Sai Laoxian began to look for a new way out in the tomb.
"You young man, don't go away, keep chatting with me!" When Sai Laoxian saw Zhang Fan walking away, he became anxious, hurriedly swayed his body, and quickly caught up with Zhang Fan.
"No time, I don't have time to talk to you now!" Zhang Fan said without looking back.
"Tell me how you, a young man, can say such vulgar words!" Sai Laoxian followed Zhang Fan closely, like a chatterbox.
"What do you think? As long as you chat with me, how about I help you search together?" Sai Laoxian no longer looked like he had gained the master just now. He lowered his posture and accompanied him. Said with a smile.
"Oh? Do you know what I'm looking for?" Zhang Fan asked after hearing this.
"I don't know!" Sai Laoxian said with a serious face.
"That's incredible, you don't know what I'm looking for, why did you say you want to help me look for it!" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes at Sai Laoxian and said.
"Then tell me. If you don't tell me, how can I help you find it?" Sai Laoxian said with a smile, as if he was a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.
"I want to find a way out of here!" Zhang Fan said after pondering for a while.
"A way out? Isn't there a gate over there? You can go out from there?" After hearing this, Sai Laoxian pointed to the bronze door behind him where Zhang Fan came in and said.
