"I … I say, Yang Ge …"
"Your condition … is it really … really okay?"
Looking at Liu Yang's old appearance, Ye Wutai couldn't help but ask.
Without the expected answer, Liu Yang continued to run.
"I … I see that you've aged so much, is it … is it that you won't be able to recover …?"
Although Liu Yang didn't speak, Ye Wutai still spoke.
"That won't happen …"
After a long time, Liu Yang's voice sounded.
"I spent nearly three hundred years of my lifespan to become like this. You should understand that cultivators like us have a lot of lifespan. As long as we have a chance to adjust our breathing, we will be able to recover with a cultivation method."
Liu Yang's voice sounded a little indifferent, or rather, a little old.
However, it was precisely this voice that made ordinary people feel a sense of disdain in their hearts. When it reached Ye Wutai's heart, it suddenly hurt.
"Actually … you don't have to be like this …"
After hesitating for a long time, Ye Wutai spoke.
"If I don't have to be like this, then what should I be like?"
Liu Yang's answer was still cold.
"Aren't you going to kill them and let them kill you?"
"No … no … that's not what I meant …"
"Then it's fine."
Liu Yang's body, which was slightly curled up because of his old age, was unusually agile in the dense forest.
In the time it took to jump and jump, it had already jumped over several ancient trees.
"You still don't understand. This is the normal state of the cultivation world, or the entire cultivation world. You have to understand that in this world, if you're not strong, then you'll be beaten …"
"This principle is applicable no matter where you are."
Liu Yang seemed to have thought of something, and his face was a little gloomy.
"Look, here, why do you think they dare to attack me, mock me, and even threaten my life?"
"Probably … probably because they … they're stupid?"
Ye Wutai said in a daze as the skeletons appeared in his mind.
"Of course not, it's because they're strong!"
"Strong … strong?!"
Ye Wutai was startled, as if he couldn't understand Liu Yang's words.
Strong …?
Was he strong?
If they were strong, why were they the ones who turned into skeletons instead of …
Liu Yang?
Ye Wutai was puzzled.
"That's right, they're strong. Of course, I'm not saying that their cultivation is strong, but the forces behind them, the forces behind them are strong!"
While running, Liu Yang still did not forget to speak.
"If we only look at that Huang Chengtian, what do you think of his cultivation level?"
"Hmm … He has talent and strength. He's the leader of this batch of cultivators …"
Ye Wutai thought for a while and gave a very pertinent answer.
"But … if we really want to compare, compared to you, Yang Ge … I'm still lacking quite a bit."
"But the forces behind him aren't!"
There seemed to be a glint in Liu Yang's eyes.
"The reason why he dared to provoke me is because I'm not strong enough. In other words, it's because the forces behind them are stronger than me, and …"
"A lot stronger!"
Liu Yang stomped on the ground with one foot and rushed forward again.
"Then if I ask you, if my current cultivation level is at the level of an Immortal King or even an Immortal Emperor, do you think that Huang Chengtian would have the guts to say a word to me?"
Liu Yang said with a cold smile.
"No … I wouldn't dare …"
"Then it's settled."
Ye Wutai was stunned for a while before he spoke hesitantly.
"That's why I said …"
Liu Yang smiled faintly and followed the novel's official WeChat account.
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Just as WSG2255 was about to finish what he wanted to say …
"Boom!"
A loud sound immediately interrupted the conversation between Liu Yang and Ye Wutai.
Following that loud sound, Ye Wutai, who was originally on Liu Yang's back, fell from the air like a sandbag and fell to the ground. His entire body was dizzy from the fall.
"Yang Ge, what's going on … this …"
Rubbing his head, Ye Wutai felt a little dizzy. He said in a daze, raised his head, and looked in the direction of the sound.
However …
He was stunned.
"What … what the hell is this?"
Looking at the thing in front of him, Ye Wutai only felt that the whole world was spinning …
In front of him, the body of the old man who was originally curled up into a ball was completely gone. And in the place where the sound came from, there was a golden palm the size of a small mountain pressing down on it …
"Yang Ge!"
Looking at the scene in front of him, Ye Wutai couldn't help but shout out.
Following his own shouts, he wanted to run forward.
"Don't be in such a hurry …"
"It'll be your turn in a while."
Just as Ye Wutai took two steps forward, an unfamiliar voice sounded.
He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a short, bald old man dressed in a kasaya. He was looking at the young man slowly …
"You … you said, wait for what?"
As if it had heard the old man's words, the large golden hand immediately began to tremble.
It was as if something was moving in it.
However, the trembling only lasted for a while before it stopped.
"Eh … you kid, you're not dead yet …?"
Looking at Liu Yang under his golden palm, the short old man was slightly startled. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
It was as if he didn't expect this to happen.
But then, there was no fear on his face. Instead, he laughed out loud.
"Interesting, interesting indeed. I say, kid, how on earth did you kill someone from our Mirror-Moon Palace? It seems like you do have some skills."
The old man laughed out loud. His hand seal suddenly froze, and his entire palm seemed to exert a bit more force.
The entire area that was pressing down on Liu Yang also cracked with a 'bang!'.
"Yang Ge …"
Seeing the scene in front of him, Ye Wutai's heart tightened, and he hurriedly shouted.
He knew in his heart that the old man had increased the force of Yang Ge's palm in order to reply to him.
Unfortunately, he didn't expect that the voice under the palm seal would tremble and come out again.
And …
It was still so arrogant and unrestrained!
"I … I say, old man …"
"Did you f * cking forget to drink milk this morning? Your strength … seems to be lacking a bit …"
Under the palm, as the palm trembled, a figure familiar to Ye Wutai slowly appeared.
That figure held his palms tightly with both hands and his feet on the ground.
His entire body was covered in blood.
But in those eyes, there were still two words written in large letters ….
It was him!
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