Whoosh!
While everyone was still in shock, the white-haired old man had already walked up to the purple-clad young man.
"What are you doing?"
"How dare you kill me! My father won't let you off! The Dragons won't let you off either!"
The purple-clad young man was terrified.
He didn't expect the old man to be so bold.
The white-haired old man turned a deaf ear to him. He raised his arm and grabbed the purple-clad young man's neck like an eagle's claw.
"Let go of me!"
The purple-clad young man struggled and roared.
He had never been so flustered before. It was as if a grim reaper was holding his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Remember."
"The Dragons won't be your protective talisman. Instead, they'll only bring you death!"
The white-haired old man smiled and clenched his fist. The purple-clad young man's neck was broken on the spot. Flesh and blood splattered everywhere.
The head also fell to the ground with a thud.
Following that.
The white-haired old man stomped his foot again. The head fell to the ground and turned into a pile of meat on the spot.
The soul was directly annihilated!
"He even killed Young Master Wu?"
"This is going to be big!"
"The City Lord won't let him off!"
The surrounding crowd was shocked to the extreme.
He was so old, but his methods were so tyrannical.
He was simply going to poke a hole in the sky!
However, the white-haired old man was still indifferent. He nodded and smiled at the surrounding crowd, then turned around and walked into the Treasure Pavilion with his walking stick.
The two receptionists looked at each other. One of them immediately chased after the old man and said, "Old man, you should leave!"
The people in the Treasure Pavilion had also seen the scene outside. Therefore, no one dared to despise or mock the white-haired old man anymore. Their faces were filled with fear.
This was fear for the strong, but also fear for the white-haired old man's courage.
The white-haired old man glanced at the counter and asked the receptionist, "Why do you want to leave?"
"You killed Young Master Wu. The City Lord won't let you off.
Although you're very strong, you're still far from the City Lord's Mansion! "
The receptionist was burning with anxiety.
The white-haired old man chuckled. "You're not worried about me. You're worried that I'll implicate the Treasure Pavilion!"
The receptionist's expression froze.
Yes.
He was worried that the Treasure Pavilion would be implicated.
Once the City Lord arrived and saw the old man in the Treasure Pavilion, he would definitely vent his anger on them.
However, this old man clearly had no intention of leaving.
"Don't worry."
"I'll take responsibility for my own actions. I won't implicate your Treasure Pavilion."
"I came to the Treasure Pavilion to see if there are any pill furnaces."
"The Treasure Pavilion is a place to do business. We can't possibly drive our customers away!"
The white-haired old man smiled faintly.
The receptionist smiled bitterly and asked, "Then what kind of pill furnace do you need?"
The white-haired old man said, "The higher the level, the better."
"Our Blackrock City's Treasure Pavilion's best pill furnace is a middle grade pill furnace, and the cheapest one is a hundred billion Deity Crystals."
The receptionist said.
The white-haired old man said unhappily, "Are you afraid that I don't have the money to pay?"
"I'm not afraid."
"Yes, we have to make it clear in advance so that the elderly can be mentally prepared."
The receptionist said politely.
"You're quite a smooth talker."
"Divine crystals are not a problem, but what this old man wants is a higher grade pill furnace."
The white-haired old man said.
"Since the old man wants to buy a pill furnace, he must be an alchemist."
"And as an alchemist, you should know how rare pill furnaces are."
"Even in our Treasure Pavilion, it's difficult to find a pill furnace in a year."
"As for higher grade pill furnaces, the elderly man might have to go to bigger cities to buy them."
"The Treasure Pavilions in cities such as Xuantian City and Myriad Cloud City should have high-grade and supreme-grade pill furnaces for sale."
The receptionist said.
"Xuantian City, Myriad Cloud City …"
The white-haired old man muttered and asked, "Are they far from Blackrock City?"
"Yes."
"Relatively speaking, the closest one is Myriad Cloud City."
The receptionist said.
The white-haired old man pondered for a while and said, "Alright then, give me a middle grade pill furnace first."
"Okay."
"Please wait a moment, I'll go get it right away."
The receptionist immediately turned and left.
He was waiting for this.
As long as he could send this old man away quickly, he would give it to him for free.
…
Outside.
More and more people began to gather around.
And without exception, when they saw the corpses of the purple-clothed young man and the group of guards, they could not help but change their expressions.
"What's going on?"
A black-clothed young man in his twenties, who looked very ordinary, came out of the crowd and looked at the corpses on the ground with a rather shocked expression.
But when he came back to his senses, a trace of excitement crept into his eyes.
However …
In the excitement, there seemed to be a trace of anger.
"Big brother, how did he die?"
The black-clothed young man turned to look at a middle-aged man next to him and asked.
"He was killed by an old man."
The middle-aged man said casually.
"Old man?"
A trace of suspicion flashed in the black-clothed young man's eyes as he looked at the guards again.
Wait a minute!
This was not right!
Why were there no wounds on their bodies?
"Their Divine Senses were erased."
"It's really terrifying."
"They were all wearing high-grade armor, but this old man could actually ignore their defense and directly erase their Divine Souls."
"I wonder how he did it?"
The middle-aged man exclaimed.
"Ignore defense and erase their Divine Souls!"
Hearing this, the black-clothed young man's eyes suddenly trembled as he asked, "Big brother, where is that old man?"
"He entered the Treasure Pavilion."
"What do you want to do?"
"Let me tell you, this person even dared to kill Young Master Wu, so he must have a background. Don't provoke him."
The middle-aged man warned the black-clothed young man out of kindness.
But the black-clothed young man did not listen at all and directly rushed into the Treasure Pavilion.
Very soon.
He found the white-haired old man.
Although he had not seen the white-haired old man before, many people in the Treasure Pavilion were looking at the white-haired old man and whispering, so it was easy to distinguish him.
The black-clothed young man did not rush over. He stood behind the crowd and sized up the white-haired old man with eyes full of surprise.
As for the white-haired old man …
He did not seem to notice the gazes and discussions around him at all as he looked at the things sold at the counter.
Not long after.
The receptionist hurried back and handed a Qiankun bag to the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man's Divine Sense sank into it.
Inside the Qiankun bag, there was a pill furnace that was overflowing with treasure light.
The white-haired old man then took out a Qiankun bag and handed it to the receptionist.
It was naturally filled with Divine Crystals.
The receptionist did not even count and looked at the white-haired old man with a smile, "Old man, can we leave now?"
"The dignified Treasure Pavilion only has this bit of courage. How disappointing."
The white-haired old man shook his head, put away the pill furnace, and turned to leave with his walking stick.
Although the Treasure Pavilion treated people well, their fear of the Dragons disappointed him greatly.
Hearing this, the receptionist could not help but look a little displeased.
You are alone, of course you are not afraid of the Dragons.
But there are so many people in the Treasure Pavilion. If you want to survive in China, you have to bow to the Dragons.
There was no choice.
…
After the white-haired old man walked out of the Treasure Pavilion, the black-clothed young man followed.
"He didn't leave Black Rock City immediately?"
"Is he not afraid that the City Lord will bring people to look for him?"
"Is he really fearless or is he pretending to be calm?"
Looking at the white-haired old man wandering on the street, everyone's eyes were full of suspicion.
Not long after.
The white-haired old man entered an alley.
The alley was full of twists and turns.
After the white-haired old man turned a corner, the black-clothed young man also quickly rushed into the alley.
At this moment, the white-haired old man walked out from behind the corner.
The two immediately stood face to face.
The black-clothed young man's face suddenly showed a trace of panic.
The white-haired old man asked, "Why did you follow me?"
"I …"
"I didn't."
"I just happened to be passing by this alley."
The black-clothed young man shook his head in panic.
"You have been following me since you came out of the Treasure Pavilion. Don't tell me that you just happened to be passing by these roads."
The white-haired old man said.
"I …"
The black-clothed young man became more and more flustered.
"Speak!"
The white-haired old man slammed the walking stick in his hand, and a great pressure rushed towards the black-clothed young man.
"Senior, please calm down. I followed you because I have something to ask."
The black-clothed young man hurriedly said.
"What is it?"
The white-haired old man withdrew his pressure and said.
The black-clothed young man said, "Do you know a person called Gao Xiaosan?"
"Gao Xiaosan?"
The white-haired old man was stunned and asked suspiciously, "Who are you, and why are you asking about him?"
The black-clothed young man looked excited and said, "Senior, you know Gao Xiaosan?"
"Yes."
"He is my disciple."
The white-haired old man nodded.
"So the two of you are master and disciple."
"No wonder you both know how to ignore the opponent's defense and kill the soul directly."
The black-clothed young man came to a realization.
The white-haired old man said, "You haven't answered my question."
The black-clothed young man bowed and said, "Senior, I am from Cloud Mountain Village. My name is Li Feng. I met Brother Gao two years ago."
"Li Feng?"
The white-haired old man was stunned and looked at the black-clothed young man.
The black-clothed young man took a Face Restoring Pill and his appearance changed drastically.
Who else could it be but Li Feng?
The white-haired old man asked curiously, "I know a thing or two about Cloud Mountain Village. Why did you come all the way here?"
Li Feng's eyes turned red. He clenched his fists and said, "I want to ask Brother Gao to avenge the villagers!"
"Avenge?"
The white-haired old man frowned and said, "Avenge who?"
"All the villagers."
"And Uncle Yuntai …"
Li Feng lowered his head, his eyes filled with tears.
"What happened?"
"When Gao Xiaosan left, didn't he already help you solve all your problems?"
The white-haired old man raised his eyebrows.
"At that time, Brother Gao did help us solve all our problems."
"We also thought that we would be able to live a peaceful life from now on."
"But the weather is unpredictable."
"At the end of the year when Brother Gao left, the people from the City Lord's Mansion came and killed everyone in our village. They even took Xiao He away."
Li Feng said with grief and indignation.
"What?"
The white-haired old man's body trembled.
"I would have died at that time, but Uncle Yuntai used the villagers' corpses to bury me and let me crash to death. That was how I escaped."
Li Feng wiped his tears as he said that. His face was filled with hatred.
(End of Chapter)
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