The ancient village is not big.

How many wooden houses are there and a piece of medicine field.

There is not even a plaque at the entrance of the village.

When Xu Yi strode, an old man wearing a gray robe and disheveled hair was standing there quietly.

A weathered old face, with a calm and dim eyes, a smell of loneliness.

When he saw Xu Yi, he frowned, used his hands as his pen and air as his paper, and wrote: "What a young sixth-grade master."

These words stayed in the void for several seconds before they dissipated one by one.

Xu Yi couldn't help but be a little shocked.

The opponent's strength is lower than Xu Yi. Unless he actively shows his breath, he shouldn't know Xu Yi's strength level.

Secondly, the opponent's control of the energy has reached its peak.

Even Xu Yi could barely write some words using the void as paper.

Moreover, it will definitely not exist longer than him.

"Who are you?" Xu Yi bowed and asked calmly.

"Let me see the pen letter and send it back after reading it." The weird old man wrote again.

Xu Yi frowned slightly: "Can't speak?"

"God doesn't give you a chance." This time, the weird old man wrote very hard, and his emotions fluctuated slightly.

Xu Yi understands it.

Born to be mute and unable to speak.

"I won't show you the ancient genius doctor's writings." Xu Yi shook his head.

The weird old man frowned, his breath spread, his hands formed into palms, and he made an attacking gesture.

Xu Yi's mouth curled, his hand shook, and a faint light flashed, and Mu Tian Gun held his hand tightly.

call……

A breeze swept through.

The weird old man came very quickly.

Xu Yi's pupils shrank slightly and he swung his gun in an instant.

Use the gun as a stick and beat it hard.

clang!

When the gun rod collided with the flesh palm, the sound of gold and iron came out.

The palms of this weird old man are actually comparable to iron stone!

Xu Yi no longer held back.

The pressure of the sixth-grade master spread wildly, holding the Mutian Spear, he simply stabbed forward.

The weird old man quickly intertwined his hands, trying to withstand the sprint of Mu Tian Gun.

“Too confident.”

Xu Yi's eyes were slightly cold, his wrists shook, and the Mutian spear was like a drill, with a terrifying spiral force, heading straight to the heart of the weird old man.

He lightly pointed his feet, avoided Xu Yi's thorn, and retreated ten feet.

After stopping, he looked at his bloody palms, with a little shock in his eyes.

There were several blood holes on his palms. He clasped his hands together and beat them all, and the blood immediately stopped flowing.

"What a sharp gun." wrote the weird old man.

Xu Yi stood up with a gun, his tone still calm: "I have me in the ancient village, you can't get in."

“Try it.”

After the weird old man finished writing, his figure flashed and approached in an instant.

He turned his palm into claws, and a shocking sharp edge rushed straight towards him.

"Wind Thunder and Fire Wheels!"

Xu Yi shouted softly, and the spear drew countless afterimages, with strong winds swaying, electric arcs flashing, and flames rushing out.

Dangdangdangdang...

The sound of gold and iron is constantly mixed with a faint burnt smell.

The weird old man was forced to retreat again, and his eyes were even more surprised.

"If I don't know the tact, I will really take action." Xu Yi said.

Liu Li was right. This old man was indeed strange. He seemed to cultivate himself, with his hands comparable to gold and iron, which looked like a body refiner who only existed in the ancient dynasty.

However, there has been no more body-refining warriors on the Dragon Land for thousands of years.

In addition, his strength is lower than Xu Yi, but his control over the energy is far better than Xu Yi.

This kind of person is the so-called genius, the kind who fights beyond the level.

Xu Yi has no grudges with him, and does not want to offend such a strong man. It is not because he is afraid, but because he is not necessary.

"My little master must give me the writings." The weird old man wrote again.

"Little Master?"

Xu Yi's eyes twitched slightly.

Is the God of War-level powerhouse a servant? Who is the so-called little master? What kind of huge existence is behind it?

"I said, I can't give you a letter."

The strange old man's eyes became fierce in an instant.

His robe was shivering, his waist and back were bent, his hands were supported on the ground, and his teeth were grinning.

It looks like...

Wolf!

That's right, whether it's posture or fierce look, it's like a wolf!

Xu Yi's hand holding the gun was tighter.

He doesn't plan to delay any further, he wants to fight quickly.

Slowly waved Mu Tian's spear, Xu Yi shouted softly: "Mu Tian's spear!"

Swish!

The afterimage attacked instantly.

The strange old man's pupils contracted. He was about to escape, but he felt that the pressure around him was extremely strong and had been locked by the qi, so he could only contact him!

Swish!

He waved two claw shadows.

Puff!

As the afterimage and the claw shadow intersect, they dissipate together.

"Two shots!"

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and the weird old man completely resisted it.

"Three shots!"

"roar!"

Puff!

Three afterimages were shattered in succession, and the gray robe on the strange old man's body was covered with cracks.

Xu Yi growled: "Four guns!"

"Ao!"

The strange old man's pupils shrank into a needle, and he let out a wolf howl to the sky, and a silver full moon condensed between his hands.

boom!

The explosion spread.

The full moon was broken by four afterimages, and the last afterimage fell on the old man, shattering like smoke.

"Five guns!"

There was a dense amount of sweat coming out from Xu Yi's back.
To be continued...