There is a crane cry, and the white crane spreads its wings, but it is so conspicuous among the same white light.
The white crane descended and came in front of everyone.
On the white crane sat a young man with white hair. This young man is quite handsome, wearing a white Taoist robe, very elegant.
However, his eyes were always closed.
"Oh? Why should I leave?" The red-nosed old man looked at the white-haired young man and suddenly became interested.
"Then I have no choice but to drive the senior away." The white-haired young man said calmly.
"You can't drive him away." The red-nosed old man shook his head. When I took off the bamboo ring on my head, I felt a sacred breath coming! Soaring in the sky.
The white-haired young man felt this breath, his eyes trembled slightly, but still did not open.
"The Saint... maybe I can't drive him away. But how can you know if you haven't tried it before?" The white-haired young man still spoke calmly, without any fluctuation in his tone.
"What a strong tone! In this world, only one person can stop me, but it is definitely not from your ordinary sect."
The white-haired young man's expression was as calm as ever. He just smiled faintly and said softly: "Please leave, otherwise I will have no choice but to take action."
"Aren't you really afraid that I will destroy the entire Pingfanzong?" The red-nosed old man frowned and shouted.
"Senior can kill me. But he can't destroy the Pingfanzong. There are as many ordinary people as there are mortals in the world." The white-haired young man smiled calmly and stretched out his arms.
"Please!" There was a hint of doubt in the tone of the young man in white. Maybe the next moment, if Chu Cheng and others don't leave, he will take action.
"well!"
With a sigh, the red-nosed old man shook his head and sighed, seeming to remember the past. Eyes revealing memories.
After a long time, the red-nosed old man spoke again.
"You, the disciples of the Pingfanzong, are still perverts, both in the past and now!"
He is one of the few strong men in the world and has met many strong men. But the only thing that made him feel helpless was the Pingfanzong.
The red-nosed old man sighed again and took out a black token from his arms.
"I have the ancestral token, do you still want to drive us away?"
The white-haired young man took the token and opened his eyes slightly. He smiled softly and said, "Everyone is a guest from afar, so naturally you can stay."
"You look very much like a certain person." The red-nosed old man suddenly said, "I wonder who you are Li Wangsheng?"
The face of the white-haired young man showed an angular and cold look. It was this coldness that made the old man vaguely see the shadow of someone.
"It's my father." The white-haired young man raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile.
When the red-nosed old man saw this smile, his eyes suddenly froze and he was stunned for a moment.
After a long time, he came back to his senses and said with a smile: "So you are the perverted son! Haha, only perverts can give birth to perverts."
The white-haired young man smiled lightly but said nothing.
"What's your name?" the red-nosed old man asked again.
"I don't have a name."
"No name?" The red-nosed old man was stunned.
"Two hundred years ago, my father passed away when I was born and did not leave me a name."
"You can get one yourself." The red-nosed old man said.
The white-haired young man smiled and said nothing, just shook his head.
"Where did he go?" the red-nosed old man asked again.
The white-haired young man shook his head, pointed to the void, and said: "Heavenly Road!"
"The boy finally stepped onto that road...but that road has buried so many talented people, and how many people have turned into bones on that road." The red-nosed old man sighed again. "His path is really difficult to walk. Perhaps this is the only way to achieve great success!"
Chu Cheng and others heard clearly the conversation between the two.
The white-haired man in front of him has an extraordinary temperament, and every move he makes exudes a unique temperament.
"This is the temperament I want." Chu Cheng sighed on the side.
But Gu Liu and the others were in shock.
This white-haired man is only over 200 years old, but he has reached the early stage of becoming a god. What a natural appearance he has.
"Senior, why did you come here this time?" The white-haired young man finally began to ask.
"Come and experience the artistic conception." said the red-nosed old man.
The white-haired young man closed his eyes and looked towards Gu Liu and the others.
"The seniors have the ancestral order, and the juniors should not dare to disobey it." The white-haired young man spoke in a low voice and asked, "I wonder if these three people will come together, or just one person?"
Three people naturally meant that the white-haired young man had to fight three people alone.
The expressions of Gu Liu and the others changed. This young man was only in the early stage of becoming a god. The three of them were in the middle stage. If all three of them came together, they would be crushed directly.
"Fellow Taoist, what you said is too arrogant." Xia Nong was angry.
Both are in the state of becoming gods, but they are despised by the other party. This cannot be tolerated by anyone.
"Four people! And that kid." The red-nosed old man glanced at Chu Cheng and said, "The three of them go up first."
The white-haired young man nodded slightly and said, "Then let them come."
"There are many people here, so we'd better get out. If it affects the disciples of this sect, I'm afraid there will be countless casualties." Nu Jiaoniang said.
"No need." The young monk said calmly with his eyes still closed.
"That's good! Magic has no eyes, don't blame us if you hurt someone!" Xia Nong sneered and was the first to take action.
Surrounding him was a brown rustic atmosphere that stretched for ten miles.
At the same time, Gu Liu's fire domain and Nu Jiao Niang's wood domain appeared at the same time, suppressing the white-haired young man!
In an instant, the world was dyed in three colors!
The white-haired young man was instantly drawn into the three realms.
"Zhan Tian Jue!"
Xia Nong shouted loudly, hung the cauldron in the air, and made seals with one hand. A hazy black hole appeared below him.
Not only him, but also Gu Liu and Nu Jiao Niang.
The three of them joined forces to bring Zhan Tian Jue to its current peak. A hazy world suddenly appeared in these three realms.
"This is the virtual world!" Chu Cheng's eyes flickered.
In the virtual world, three dragon roars sounded, and then three divine dragons appeared.
Green, yellow, red. Three colors represent three rules.
"This white-haired man is going to lose." Chu Cheng shook his head.
"Don't be in a hurry, take your time and watch." The red-nosed old man appeared behind him, put a hand on Chu Cheng's shoulder, and said again: "You can't bear his artistic conception. Just let me bear part of it for you."
Once out of the virtual world, he is almost invincible under the Holy Void.
The white-haired young man still looked calm when facing these three powerful dragons.
"well......."
Suddenly, a sigh sounded between heaven and earth.
"You're going in the wrong direction."
As the words fall, the wind rises.
Suddenly there was a soft roar in the hall.
This is the sword cry...
In the field, within the virtual world, grass suddenly grew, like a spring breeze, and the ground was green and springy.
"My first artistic conception is sword intention."
The words are silent and the wind stops.
The gentle calls suddenly stopped, and the dragon's roar suddenly became silent.
Just in a breath, the wind started to rise again.
In the domain, the spring colors all over the ground were whirring together, and the heaven and earth were also shaking in these spring colors, and a series of shocking spirits appeared! It’s as if all the sword intentions in the world have gathered here!
"Zheng!"
The sound of swords sounded again.
Listen carefully to the sound of the sword. Not from those little grasses, nor from those sharp weapons.
But it comes from the heart.
"My sword intention comes from the grass and trees, and even more from people's hearts."
