So far, few people have been able to measure Zhang Heng's real potential.

It was not until the last round of duel between the first bronze brave that someone came late.

Here comes an old woman with a white hair and a chicken skin and a stick with a tap.

The old woman's grade seems to be very big. His body is thin, as if only skin and bones were left. Zhang Heng can clearly see the cyan meridians like a green snake under her translucent skin from the back of her hand.

Her hands were like chicken feet, with sharp fingernails.

The old woman gave birth to a pair of owl like eyes. When she looked at people, she was always silent, which made people feel a faint chill for no reason.

At this time, the old woman was trying to raise her head and look at Zhang Heng in front of her.

When she looks at people, she always looks up.

On the one hand, she is really short, on the other hand, it is because her back is a little hunchback.

On her back, it was as if she had always carried an invisible Boulder, which oppressed her whole person. She couldn't help lowering her head and bending her back.

Her eyes were turbid and round, but there was a strange light: "old woman Chu Renmei, this car is polite."

With that, the old woman Chu Renmei bowed down to Zhang Heng and saluted. Her figure was not high. When she bent down, she became shorter, like a child.

But on the face of Zhang Heng opposite him, there was no slightest contempt and neglect. At this time, Zhang Heng saluted back, opened his eyes and stared at the front for a moment.

Instead of looking at the old woman's body, his eyes focused on the old woman's hunchback.

The old woman's five senses were sharp, and she immediately noticed where Zhang Heng's eyes were.

The old woman's old face full of fine wrinkles, like an elm skin, suddenly showed a dangerous and strange smile. When she was laughing, her mouth opened, and Zhang Heng saw that there were no more teeth left in her mouth, but Zhang Heng didn't care.

The old woman also knew that Zhang Heng didn't care about her appearance. He knew that what Zhang Heng cared about was something else. She looked at Zhang Heng with a strange smile and said, "did you see it?"

Hearing the old woman's endless question, Zhang hen replied without hesitation: "I see, it's so strong and big!"

"What's that?"

Zhang Heng clearly saw that there was something above the old woman's hunchback. At this time, it was emitting a breathtaking smell of danger.

But Zhang Heng didn't know and couldn't think of what he saw.

For Zhang Heng's question, the old woman just smiled strangely again, and then said in her crow like voice, "if you want to know, try it yourself, won't you understand everything?"

Zhang Heng couldn't help touching his nose and then said, "but I don't want to die. I'm also afraid of death."

The old woman listened to Zhang Heng's words and couldn't help turning her eyes. Zhang Heng couldn't help but look at her turning her eyes for a moment.

Because the old woman turned her eyes with an unspeakable charm.

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At this time, Zhang Heng heard the white haired elegant old man suddenly spoke faintly: "beautiful, don't fool around, you'll scare your little brother."

The beautiful old woman of Chu seemed to have a grade of at least 80 or 90 years old. At this time, when she met the white haired old man who seemed to be only 60 or 70 years old, she suddenly gave a younger generation's gift and said, "since the elder said so, I won't scare him. I'll talk to him with my strength."

Seeing Zhang Heng who was puzzled on one side, the white haired old man sighed slightly and said, "don't look at her now. She is very old. In fact, her own real age is only in her twenties."

After listening to the white haired old man's words, a deep and strange look suddenly appeared on Chu Renmei's face. The so-called sadness is no greater than heart death. It should be such an expression.

It turned out that the beauty of Chu people, who looked like an old woman, was only in her twenties. No wonder she wanted to call the white haired elegant old man an elder.

However, in the face of Zhang Heng, Chu Renmei didn't sigh at all. She said, "don't look at me now. I'm old and ugly and hunchbacked. It seems that I can walk only with a crutch. A gust of wind may kill me."

"Three years ago, I was still a famous beauty in Anxi. At that time, there were many young Junyan, childe and noble people waiting in front of my house who wanted to meet me. I'm afraid there were more people waiting in the main and guest hall of Xiaolou than now."

It turned out that the beauty of Chu people was just like her own name. Unexpectedly, she was once a great beauty who was gorgeous and popular among all living beings.

No wonder, even though she looks old and has become like this, with a smile and an occasional action expression, she still has an unspeakable charm and temperament.

Knowing that the other party was once a great beauty, Zhang Heng had more questions in his heart: "then why..."

Zhang Heng didn't say anything. On the semi ring square, the boys and girls here understood what Zhang Heng meant, because the questions Zhang Heng wanted to ask were also what they wanted to ask.

They really want to know what kind of terrorist event happened to Chu Renmei, so that a great beauty who was less than 20 years old will become a frail old woman in the twinkling of an eye, and this old woman is still an ugly old woman with a turtle back and white hair.

Many times, an extremely painful experience has passed, and it is really passed. It is like a very serious scar. After scarring, it doesn't matter.

However, you must not and will not be willing to recall that painful experience. After all, recalling the painful experience in the past is like uncovering the scarred wound and sprinkling salt on the wound.

Zhang Heng understood this, so he only asked half, suppressed his curiosity and didn't ask any more.

But the beauty of Chu people opposite Zhang Heng doesn't seem to have such consciousness, or maybe he has reviewed that painful experience countless times.

No matter how painful the experience is, it will be recalled countless times, and will eventually become commonplace, making the experience insensitive and able to face it calmly.

Just like another funny movie, if you watch it more often, it will not make you laugh in the end.

So Chu Renmei heard Zhang Heng's words and immediately understood what Zhang Heng meant. Then she just grinned and opened her mouth as if nothing had happened: "God is always fair. If he gives you beauty, he may not give you wisdom. If he gives you wisdom, he may not give you the talent of practice. If he gives you the talent of practice, he may not give you enough strong physique to support."

"Of course, some of the four are surprisingly perfect in one. Such a person is the evil spirit of heaven and earth and the protagonist of each era."

"And most ordinary people like me, who can have one of them, have been blessed by God."

"I have a rare beauty in the world. Many people think I should be satisfied."

"But I would rather exchange my beauty for a slightly more outstanding cultivation talent."

Chu Renmei looked at Zhang Heng in front of her, and her eyes showed a burning and threatening light. The light was an envious and greedy look. She was envious of Zhang Heng's cultivation talent.

Zhang Heng is only 15 years old now. He is already a brave man in the perfect realm of refining Qi, and Zhang Heng's unique academic realm has reached the realm of great success.

What an amazing talent!

Even the best children of the first-class brave family in Anxi can have such talent, which is extremely rare!

Chu Renmei envies Zhang Heng because her own cultivation talent is extremely ordinary. She just managed to condense the sea of Qi and become a real brave person, which took nearly two years.

If she practices step by step according to her cultivation talent, she may not be able to reach the perfect state of Qi refining.

This is the great difference in talent. Some people have been promoted to the perfect state of first grade gas refining in less than half a month, and the next grade is about to break through.

However, some people waste time, but their entry is always limited, and their cultivation speed is slow, like a snail crawling.

"I always think that beauty is like flowers in full bloom in summer. Although it can attract the attention of countless people in a short time, when the time comes, it will eventually wither and fall off the branches. Only practice is the foundation for a person to settle down."

"But my cultivation talent is too poor. I practice day by day. I see people of the same grade surpass myself one by one. Even those who were below me gradually catch up, and then mercilessly leave me behind."

"With the loss of time, I'm almost desperate. I've almost decided to abandon myself and marry an illegitimate son or a common son of the brave family who loves me. I'm even seriously considering the specific person to marry."

"But just then, I met a man."

Speaking of this, Chu Renmei suddenly looked at an empty direction in the air.

Perhaps what she looked at was not anyone here, but someone who appeared in front of her in her imagination.

Zhang Heng stared at Chu Renmei's expression and couldn't help but ask, "what kind of person did you meet?"

After hearing Zhang Heng's words, Chu Renmei turned around, looked at Zhang Heng and said, "that man is also an illegitimate son of a third rate brave family. His name is Lu Mingyang. Among the people chasing me, he is the least prominent one. I almost never looked at him."

"Even if I was considering the candidate to marry, I never included him in my plan."

"Moreover, I was less than 25 years old at that time, but he was almost 40 years old. What's worse, he was 40 years old, but he was still a brave man in the middle of the first grade of Qi refining because of his poor cultivation talent. Seeing his realm, sometimes I couldn't help thinking of his cultivation future."

"He always lowers his head unconsciously. The whole person curls up in a ball. When he sees people, he doesn't dare to speak loudly. The whole person feels extremely obscene."