Chapter 2742

"Bang!"

Zhang Youyi blasted at the rickety old man in plain clothes.

But the knife did not touch the old man at all, so it was blocked by a force.

"Little girl... Don't be impatient." the old man looked at Zhang Youyi who launched the attack, and his old face twitched.

My disciple's temper is really hot.

But I like it.

Such disciples won't suffer when they go out in the future.

When Zhang Youyi attacked here, the old man stroked his beard and said, "little girl, do you want to save your partner?"

Zhang Youyi paused fiercely and stared at the old man. After a long time, Zhang Youyi wiped the dried blood from the corner of her mouth and said, "can you save me?"

Looking at the blood at the corners of Zhang Youyi's mouth, the old man was very distressed.

But there was no way. In order to make her eager, she could only watch her fly away by the shock wave.

"Would you like to answer me first?" the rickety old man said.

"Nonsense!!" Zhang Youyi's eyes flicked a thick anger.

Looking at Zhang Youyi who was going to attack again, the old man smiled bitterly. He looked to one side and said, "his situation is very bad."

Zhang Youyi turned her head and found that she had been cut on the wall behind the city master's house. Looking at Qin Huan surrounded by six strong immortals in the distance, Zhang Youyi was as angry as a knife. She wanted to divide the six strong immortals into five parts!

"Senior, can you save the famine?" Zhang Youyi turned to look at the old man with tears in her eyes.

The old man did not speak.

Zhang Youyi bent her knees and knelt down directly. She was as arrogant as if she wanted to pray to the old man.

But in mid air, it was held up by a force.

Looking at Zhang Youyi with blurred tears, the old man sighed: "if you can save him for a while, you can't save him for a lifetime!"

"How can I save him?" Zhang Youyi looked up at the old man.

"Do you want to save him?"

"Hmm!" Zhang Youyi nodded heavily, tears like broken beads.

The old man looked up to the front and said, "now there are six immortals surrounding him, and several immortals are hidden in the crowd."

Zhang Youyi trembled and clenched her fists. She looked pale and stared at Qin Huan's back.

Somehow, looking at Qin Huan's back, Zhang Youyi couldn't help thinking of Qin Huan facing the three fierce beasts alone.

"Even if I can let these immortals leave today and don't touch him... Do you see around? Look at those wolf like people around. Their eyes can't wait to swallow your Taoist companion alive." the old man only looked at the monks around.

With tears in her eyes, Zhang Youyi looked at the monks gathered around her with a deep hatred in her eyes.

"Even if you let all the monks in the immortal realm leave, these people will not let go of your Taoist companion. It's a mistake to be weak and rode by others. Your Taoist companion is no more important than the ancestral realm, but has become a famous God of wealth. There's no need for me to say more about the truth that every man is innocent and bears his sins..."

Zhang Youyi's exquisite and beautiful face became paler and paler, as if she saw the end of Qin Huan.

"Therefore, I can save him for a while, but I can't save him for a lifetime." the bent old man said.

"How can I save him?" Zhang Youyi turned her head and looked at the rickety old man.

The old man took a deep breath and didn't let himself show any flaws. His eyes narrowed slightly and said seriously: "there is only one way, either he is strong or you are strong. Only strong can dominate his own life, and only strong can oppress others!"

Zhang Youyi's eyes were blank.

"Although your Taoist companion has a good understanding, it will take many years to make him strong... But you are different."

Zhang Youyi fiercely turned her head and looked at the old man.

"You have been recognized by the famine. You can rise in the five wilderness areas in a short time and make countless people surrender in a short time." the old man's words became low.

Zhang Youyi's face changed.

"Do you want to be strong?"

"Do you want to control your destiny?"

Zhang Youyi was indifferent.

Seeing this, the old man said, "do you want to save your Taoist companion?"

"Do you want your Taoist partners to never be offended?"

"Do you want to kill anyone who wants to kill your partner when this scene is staged again?"

"Do you want to... Be the strongest supporter of your Taoist companions?" the old man roared.

"I think!!" Zhang Youyi resolutely looked up.

"Take me as your teacher. I promise that in ten thousand years, the five wastelands will crawl under your feet!" the old man said in a low voice.

"Does that mean I want to leave Huangping?" Zhang Youyi looked at the old man with pear blossom and rain.

"Yes! I will personally take you around the supreme and try my best to improve your cultivation!" the old man nodded.

Zhang Youyi hesitated.

Although she wanted to be Qin Huan's backer and kill everyone who wanted to kill Qin Huan, she was reluctant to leave Qin Huan.

"Buzz!"

Just then, a buzzing sound sounded.

Qin Huan, surrounded by six immortals, suddenly soared into the air. It seemed that there was a huge hand in the air. He grabbed his neck and lifted him directly from the ground.

Qin Huan, who was strangled by the neck, struggled hard, and his face turned pig liver.

Another old man with black robes and gray hair slowly emerged and walked slowly to Qin Huan.

Zhang Youyi raised her head fiercely and looked at Qin Huan struggling. Her eyes were congested. Her fingernails were pinched into the palm. Blood spilled from the crack of her fist. Her delicate body trembled and clenched her teeth. "OK! I worship you as a teacher!"

The old man looked at Zhang Youyi, who had reached the extreme of anger, and his heart was not only relieved.

"Well, disciple, remember this scene. If you want to change all this, you must be strong!!" the old man said in a deep voice.

Zhang Youyi said anxiously, "master, please help the famine!"

Looking at Zhang Youyi, the old man couldn't bear it. He took Zhang Youyi directly to Qin Huan.

At the same time, in a certain place, a 12-year-old boy in a black sword robe looked at the old man and Zhang Youyi and sighed, "it's a pity that he's a little late."

"Seven immortals, in broad daylight, bully a boy with a heavy ancestral territory. Do you still want face?" the old man took Zhang Youyi and walked slowly.