Chapter 1123

Name:Immortal Mad Devil Author:han li
While Qin Huan was scolding, Hao had already walked towards the front, and Qin Huan immediately followed him.

Bypassing a bamboo forest, the attic was printed into sight.

The attic is actually made up of beads one by one. It looks Jasper and has a great taste. Under the attic, a white haired old woman is cooking tea, and opposite the old woman is a rough looking young man with a head and two horns.

The young man stared at the tea on the table and brushed a wisp of greed in his eyes. He said slowly: "although Ben Sheng seldom drank tea, he still drank a lot of good tea. This tea is really good, but Ben Sheng likes wine more than tea..."

While the young man was talking, he seemed to notice something. He turned his head and saw the boy first. He was stunned. But when he saw Qin Huan behind the boy, his eyes widened and looked incredible.

Who is this young man who is not a golden cow?

"Hao has seen the young master." after the boy looked at the golden cow, his eyes fell on the white haired old woman and bowed slightly.

"Here comes Hao. Is this your little friend who can feel the soul of the mountain?" the white haired old woman's eyes fell on Qin Yu.

At this moment, Qin Huan felt naked. It seemed that all the secrets could not escape the eyes of the white haired old woman. He took a deep breath. Qin Huan hugged his hands and said, "Li Youcai has seen you."

"Yes, come and sit down," said the old woman, her words gentle and refreshing.

The boy went straight over and sat down on the left of the golden cow. His eyes not only glanced at the golden cow, but also looked at Qin Huan in the rear. Qin Huan hesitated for a moment and came over.

But before he sat down, he heard the golden bull sarcastically say, "didn't you say you could arrive a little more than a year? I've been waiting for you outside for three months!"

The white haired old woman was stunned. She looked at the golden cow and Qin Huan. She was surprised and said, "master Huang, do you know him?"

"It's a saint who forgets to make friends." the Golden COW picked his eyebrow and said carelessly. After waiting so long, he couldn't help feeling angry.

Qin Huan looked at the golden cow in amazement. He just felt that he had heard wrong, master Huang?? The old woman even called the golden cow "the elder"??

Although I don't know the origin of the white haired old woman, it's enough to show that Hao can call it a young teacher. Such a person... I'm afraid her identity is above the three color giant tiger, and she... Actually calls the Golden COW an elder??

Qin Huan was not only confused.

Qin Huan slowly walked to the right of the golden cow and sat down.

"What a coincidence. I didn't expect that the person Hao said was a friend of the elder Huang. I don't know where this little friend learned from?" the white haired old woman looked at Qin Huan and asked in surprise.

"He is the Lord of the little Hall of the God of war in the wilderness!" the Golden COW took up the tea cup and said faintly.

The white haired old woman looked at Qin Huan in a daze. Her bright eyes were full of strange light, and she said in a surprised voice: "great wasteland war temple... Little hall Lord

Even Hao turned to look at Qin Huan. He was surprised and unbelievable.

Qin Huan's face turned pale and he scolded in his heart. This guy would have exposed his identity directly. If he fell into the eyes of someone with a heart... The consequences would be unimaginable

"There's nothing to hide. Young master is not an ordinary person." Jinniu saw Qin Huan's anger and said faintly.

Qin Huan was stunned. He was puzzled by the words of golden cow. He was not an ordinary person... He seemed to know the great wilderness war temple. Could it be that the young master here is from the world of heaven???

When Qin Huan was surprised, the old woman with white hair got up, bowed to Qin Huan and said, "I've seen the master of the little hall."

Qin Huan was stunned again and hurriedly got up and said, "you don't have to be like this, young master. I can't afford it." although he was confused, Qin Huan also said that the position of the great wilderness war temple in the heaven world was extremely respected. From this, it can be concluded that the white haired old woman is probably a person in the heaven world.

The white haired old woman looked up at Qin Huan and the golden cow, with a touch of doubt.

"He doesn't know anything, so he doesn't have to salute." the Golden COW glanced at Qin Huan and said slowly.

"The little hall leader is a hidden dragon, and there will be a flying day." the white haired old woman smiled and sat down slowly. Then she looked at Tong Zihao with complex eyes: "the old woman has been worried that Hao will be alone in the future and has few friends, but she doesn't want to have a person like the little hall leader here. It's Dayu's luck!" the white haired old woman sighed.

"It's possible to say anything. This boy is very brave. This time he said there was a saint Taoist house here and called Ben Sheng. Fortunately, he met the young master. If there were others, he would have to explain here." the golden cow's wind is light and the clouds are light, and he looks like an expert who can see through the world.

Qin Huan's face was stiff and his heart was speechless. He thought there was great fortune here, so he shouted golden cow. Unexpectedly, this guy blamed himself.

"I also heard from one of my senior brothers that there was a holy master's mansion and the water of life, and I needed the water of life soon, so I wanted to come and have a look, but I didn't want to..." Qin Huan smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Oh? The little hall Lord needs the water of life?" the white haired old woman looked at Qin Huan and said in surprise.

Qin Huan was pleased, but his expression was flat. He nodded and said, "yes."

"Although there is no saint Taoist temple here, but the water of life..." the white haired old woman looked at Qin Huan and frowned uncontrollably, as if she was meditating.

Qin Huan looked at the white haired old woman. Although he looked calm, he was still nervous. After all, the water of life was one of the main materials for refining the Second Buddha.

"If the little hall Lord really needs it one day... The survivors of the great wilderness will do their best to help the little hall Lord get it." a long time later, the white haired old woman gritted her teeth.

"The remnant of the great wilderness?" Qin Huan nodded and said, "the water of life is very important to me. I can't use it now, but thank you first."

Qin Huan wondered whether he wanted to re-examine the identity of the little hall Lord of the God of war in the wilderness. I'm afraid the white haired old woman agreed because of the identity of the little hall Lord.

"Why do you want the water of life? Thank you, young master. Do you know how much it will cost to take out the water of life in the wilderness?" the Golden COW glanced at Qin Huan and asked, wondering why Qin Huan wanted the water of life.

Price? Qin Huan looked at the white haired old woman. As for Tong Zihao, he sat aside, silent, and listened carefully to the three people's conversation.

The white haired old woman said with a smile, "what the little hall Lord needs, the survivors of the great wilderness will help him with all their strength. That's it. By the way, I don't know how much the little hall Lord knows about your friend."

Qin Huan was stunned to understand that the white haired old woman was talking about Xiang Kui. He thought for a moment and said, "he is a disciple of the Jidao sect in the Wuji holy land. I have only a few friends with him. I was invited to explore here at the beginning. In addition, I had little to do with it. I said it before. However, he seems to be very familiar with the ancestral land of the holy mountain."

After a moment of hesitation, Qin Huan told the whole story.

"It's interesting, Ping. Go and bring people here." the white haired old woman said.

A deep voice sounded in the "yes" space.

Qin Huan frowned slightly. Unexpectedly, there was a fifth person here!

PS: the eighth watch, still writing, a little tired... Ask for a monthly ticket!