Chapter 473: Strange old man

Zhou Shu would not let Bao Yi escape. 1 small ≧ say ≦

The heavy golden sword in his hand pointed out that the sword turned as he wanted, and the magic ant went away violently, almost completely enclosing Bao Yi.

Bao Yi looked terrified and shouted loudly, "Stop, if you do this again, I will..."

However, before the words were finished, the demon ant colony directly tightened, and within a few breaths, Bao Yi was completely swallowed, shattered, and blood splashed, as if it were raining.

I used my full strength here, but there was some restraint there.

Feeling the pressure loosened, Gan Bonan lifted his spirits, summoned his energy, and suddenly drove the demon ants in front of him back and ran desperately.

"Good death!"

Taking a look there, he scolded bitterly.

He came to grab Wushuang Ling, but the danger was imminent, but he fled in a hurry, even if Zhou Shu didn't kill, he wanted to kill.

Gan Bonan's speed was fast, but Zhou Shu was not slow either, his sword intent followed like a shadow, and he fell tightly behind him.

No more than tens of feet apart, like life and death.

"What's the noise? I'm making noise here as soon as I come, so that people can't rest?"

A sudden shout came not far from the front, and the two of them looked at it, and they couldn't help being a little sluggish.

In front of a tree dozens of feet away, an old man in ragged clothes was sitting and lying half-recumbent, his elbows propped up, his face was greasy, his eyes were squinted, his mouth was about to close, and he was hitting leisurely. Yawn.

Zhou Shu looked slightly condensed, looked at the old man extremely cautiously, and bowed his hands first.

This old man seems to have been here all the time, and Zhou Shu had explored the valley beforehand, and there was no trace of a person at all. So the sudden appearance of the old man here can only show that the old man’s cultivation level is very high and his appearance, Zhou Shu could not tell.

Such an expert cannot neglect.

Gambonan looked at the old man with suspicion, "Who are you? Why are you standing in front of me."

"Still croaking."

The old man showed a trace of boredom, and with a wave of his hand, Gan Bonan seemed to be caught by a thread, and suddenly rose in the air, hanging in the air.

Gambonan was shocked.

He felt like he was wrapped in a thick and invisible layer of mucus, unable to move or even speak, but what was even more frightening was that when he wanted to struggle, once he had spiritual power, he was immediately absorbed by the mucus. It becomes nothingness, no matter how much spiritual power is used.

This kind of feeling had never happened before. Soon, his astonishment turned into fear, and he knew in his heart that this old man was definitely not something he could fight against.

The old man pointed to Gan Bonan and scolded, "The old man just wanted to find a place to sleep, and he finally found it. It's rude that you are still making noise."

Gan Bonan wanted to speak, but couldn't say it. He only opened his mouth, begging in his eyes, and showed an expression of begging for mercy.

The old man cursed a few words, seemingly tired, suddenly he swayed and fell asleep directly on the tree.

Zhou Shu looked at Gan Bonan, seemingly enlightened, turned to the old man and saluted again respectfully, "I'm sorry to disturb the older generation's dreams, the younger generation is not the younger generation, the younger generation is very sorry, this is goodbye."

With that, he turned and left.

It doesn't matter whether you kill Gan Bonan or not, the old man in front of him has a cultivation base much higher than him.

Before taking a few steps, Zhou Shu turned around again, his expression becoming more solemn.

Can't go.

It seemed that there was an invisible wall blocking him, no matter how he used his spiritual power, he couldn't pass through. This wall was obviously formed by a power higher than spiritual power, and he couldn't destroy it now.

Zhou Shu looked at the old man and said calmly, "Senior left the younger, what can I advise?"

He was a little annoyed, but very calm. There are experts everywhere in the world of cultivating immortals. When encountering things, he must not be angry and must be calm.

For a long time, the old man did not answer and seemed to sleep soundly.

Zhou Shu didn't bother, just waited quietly.

After more than an hour, the old man slowly opened his eyes, stood up and stretched his waist, "It's really refreshing."

He glanced at Zhou Shu and said lazily, "Boy, you have a lot of gold pills."

Zhou Shu was slightly startled and did not speak.

"Continuously detonate the golden core, and then use the best magic weapon to escape the soul. There is indeed a slight possibility of leaving here..."

The old man smiled meaningfully, "But, did the old man say to deal with you? Boy, your mind is used too much."

Zhou Shu's complexion changed slightly, what the old man said was exactly what he was going to do under the last resort.

The old man said nothing and trapped him for more than an hour. In this case, the possibility of the old man being the enemy is obviously higher, and he must figure out a way to escape.

He took out five golden cores, intending to detonate them when forced to do so, and then use the best magic weapon to escape, but he did not expect that the golden core took out the Naxu ring just as soon as there was a sign of this action, and it was seen by the old man.

Zhou Shu took back the golden core and said indifferently, "Senior is really observant, and juniors admire it."

Now that I have been seen, this method must be of no use anymore, and I have to find another method.

The old man slowly said, "Boy, if you have Wushuang Ling, are you from Wushuang City?"

The previous words were obviously heard by the old man, Zhou Shu did not deny it, nodded, "Junior is indeed."

Hearing Zhou Shu's answer, the old man seemed a little dissatisfied, his eyes flashed, and he shook his head unconsciously.

Not far away, the hanging Gabriel suddenly fell to the ground.

Gan Bonan got rid of the shackles, and immediately ran to the old man in a rolling crawl, begging for mercy again and again, "Junior is the young owner of Wanbaolou in Xianfang City. Please let him go. The junior dare not disturb the senior anymore."

"Does it have anything to do with me? You continue."

The old man dropped a word and disappeared, and no one could be seen at the original position, no matter how much his consciousness was released, there was no trace of it.

Feeling the wall around him disappeared, Zhou Shu nodded slightly and walked towards Gan Bonan.

Gan Bonan looked shocked and realized that the old man was gone, and the situation he faced was not much better, and Zhou Shu was still there.

He knows that Zhou Shu's sword intent is really powerful, and now he lacks spiritual power, and his fighting intent is even more lacking, and he is not an opponent at all.

"You, what are you going to do?"

Zhou Shu's expression grew colder, "You still ask me what I am going to do, you are the first to steal my Wushuang order."

"It's not me, it's Baoyi. He lied to me. I really didn't mean to grab it Please let me go."

Gan Bonan watched Zhou Shu approach step by step and couldn't help begging.

Without Bao, his fear of Wushuang City overwhelmed everything, and he had no intention of fighting anymore, so he almost knelt down.

"Spare you?"

Zhou Shu sneered, and handed the heavy gold sword forward, less than a foot away from Gan Bonan.

Gan Bonan kept shaking and fell to the ground, looking at Zhou Shu hurriedly, and begging, "Please, don't kill me, I will promise you whatever you want...Don't kill me..."

"Oh?"

Zhou Shu smiled slightly, "It's not impossible to let you go, but what can you give me?"

If it wasn't necessary during the battle, he didn't have the desire to kill Gabriel Gan. Gabriel Gabriel is different from Baoyi. After all, he is the young master of Wanbaolou. If he really kills it, it is likely to cause a lot of trouble, and he can be sure, the old man. He must have not left on the side, he will not start until he does not understand the identity and intention of the old man. (To be continued.)