With the sound of Er Haixiang falling, it was only at this time that there was an old but full-bodied voice coming from the cave.
At the same time, it is precisely because of the voice's promise that this makes the middle-aged man's face with a solemn, calm color, he slowly stood up and strode towards the cave.
As you can see, inside the cave is an ice bed carved by a piece of tens of thousands of years of ice.
Above this ice bed is a peaceful man sitting in a calm air without any trace of real waves.
Wu Haixiang was on one knee again before coming to the ice sheet. Bowed and saluted, said.
"Master, disciple Wu Haixiang came to ask for sin, and I hope that Master will punish him!"
At first glance, the man on the ice bed looked like a twenty-five or six-year-old youth.
But if you look at it carefully and carefully, you will feel that he is in the age of sixty-six years old, a middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties.
I have to say that this is a person that makes it hard to see through his age at first glance!
After hearing the words of the 卞 Haixiang, the man slowly opened his eyes. A pair of eyes contained the universe, vast and deep, and a word was spit out in his mouth.
"Wu Haixiang, why are you guilty?"
The man looked at Wu Haixiang, who was kneeling on his own ice sheet—
Looking at him like this, instead of looking at his disciples, there is a kind of trembling beings standing on the sky and looking down at a cricket.
But little is known, the middle-aged man named Lu Haixiang kneeling in front of him is the chief disciple of this man.
At the same time, Wu Haixiang is also a talented disciple in his field of comprehension.
"Master, Brother Chu, and another ground-level killer organized by Rakshasa are all in Huaxia, and Brother Chu is even more deadly in Huaxia-Hangzhou!"
"The disciple knows that his limited ability cannot avenge Master Chu, so he asks Master for punishment!"
After Wu Haixiang said here, he directly worshipped on the spot with both hands, and his forehead hit the frozen ground heavily, and a muffled sound of "咚 ——!" Echoed in the ice caves for a long time. .
Although his close disciple, Chu Yuntian, died tragically in a foreign country, how could Qin Zongzhuang be half-minded by such trivial matters?
Think of him as Qin Zong, who has been traveling for decades at home and abroad. If he is in a state of no one, there will be 80 disciples if there are not 100.
One or two deaths and injuries are also harmless, which is basically a cloud in the sky.
Moreover, compared with the death of his apprentice, Qin Zongzhuang cares more about his supreme pursuit in this cultivation!
"Oh, who did Chu Yuntian die on?"
Qin Zong's eyes were drooping, his tone flat and indifferent, said.
From his indifferent tone, it is not difficult to hear that this person is completely unconcerned about the death of his so-called disciple Chu Yuntian.
"Return to Master, this is just a young man who has just reached the age of a weak crown."
When Wu Haixiang said these words, his answer was very straightforward, but there was a cold sweat the size of soya beans on his forehead. As soon as he fell from his cheek, he had already become an ice crystal.