"You know I can't do it before I even said it?" Chen Hao frowned, feeling quite angry.

The white-haired old man said quietly: "You just want to attack Zhuang Beihan before he could respond and summon the puppet, and attack Zhuang Beihan in seconds, right?"

Chen Hao's brows fell. The solution he had just thought of was indeed like this, and this should be the only way.

"I know why I said, does this method not work?" The old man with a white hair laughed at himself, "Because you don't have the strength to kill Zhuang Beihan in seconds. Your cultivation and your speed cannot make Zhuang Beihan react at all. Besides..."

The white-haired old man glanced at Zhang Changgong and the others, and then glanced at Chen Hao: "In front of Zhuang Beihan, the four helpers you brought are of no use at all. Zhuang Beihan can destroy them with just one look. As for you, Chen Hao."

The old man with white hair smiled and said, "Everyone says you are strong, saying that you are the strongest young monk in this era. But that's because Zhuang Beihan has never entered the world in the Medicine King Valley. Otherwise, the world will not praise you, and you will not be so glorious. In front of Zhuang Beihan, any genius will become his stepping stone."

"He is the real protagonist of this era!" A few traces of excitement and pride appeared on the face of the white-haired old man.

Chen Hao stared at the white-haired old man and felt very strange.

This old man was harmed by Zhuang Beihan as if he was not like a human or a ghost. He was still praising Zhuang Beihan and being proud of Zhuang Beihan's strength?

"You are..." Chen Hao had a guess in his mind.

"I am Zhuang Beihan's master and the former valley master of Medicine King Valley." said the white-haired old man.

It's true. Chen Hao sighed lightly.

The old man raised him since childhood and taught Zhuang Beihan that he must have regarded Zhuang Beihan as a parent and child. Therefore, even if Zhuang Beihan did such things that harmed the heavens and were disobedient and unfilial, the old man still had feelings for Zhuang Beihan.

The white-haired old man stared at Chen Hao and said, "Don't think that I praise Zhuang Beihan like this because he is my apprentice. My evaluation of Zhuang Beihan is very objective and has not been biased because of personal emotions. If you don't believe it, you can ask them."

The white-haired old man pointed to other people who were tied to the iron pillar and said, "They are elders of the Medicine King Valley, but they don't all like Zhuang Beihan. Zhuang Beihan has been withdrawn since childhood and is not likable. Moreover, Zhuang Beihan has always been trained by me as his heir, but some elders want their descendants to sit in the position of the Master of the Medicine King Valley, so they have always regarded Zhuang Beihan as a thorn in their eyes. Chen Hao, if you don't believe what I said, then you can ask them how they evaluate Zhuang Beihan."

Chen Hao heard only sighs, and the elders of the Medicine King Valley tied to the iron pillars all lowered their heads and smiled bitterly:

"Although I don't want to admit it, Zhuang Beihan is indeed very powerful. His cultivation qualifications are unparalleled. The valley master picked him up to the Valley of Medicine King when he was ten years old. Now he has been practicing Taoism for twelve years and has reached the peak of the Nascent Soul. It is only one step away from becoming the first god-transforming king in recent hundreds of years."

"Zhuang Beihan's combat talent is also extremely powerful. I don't know if you have ever fought with him. If you have fought with him, then you will know that his methods in battle are sinister and vicious, and his moves are fatal. Even the king of the early stage of God Transformation may have to end up in his hands."

Upon hearing this, Chen Hao couldn't help but remember the last time he fought with Zhuang Beihan.

Zhuang Beihan is indeed gloomy in his mind and vicious in his methods.

However, if you want to say that Zhuang Bei's Han Zhan is stronger than himself, Chen Hao doesn't think so.

Although his cultivation is not as good as Zhuang Beihan now, Chen Haoxin has the belief that even though the white-haired old man and many elders of the Medicine King Valley talked to this point, he did not think Zhuang Beihan was so terrible.

Not only was Chen Hao not afraid, he was also in a spirit of fighting.

Of course, Chen Hao also knew that now is not the time to show off his fierce battle.

Even if he had the opportunity to fight alone with Zhuang Beihan, he could not do this. Instead, he had to cooperate with Zhang Changgong and the other four to kill Zhuang Beihan in the shortest time with the most fierce attitude.

Only in this way can he be worthy of those who sacrificed for their beheading operation.

"Give up Chen Hao."

The white-haired old man shook his head and said, "Zhuang Beihan is a natural king and is destined to rush to the nine heavens in this era. Even if he takes the wrong path, no one can stop him. He... may be the real son of destiny."

The other elders of the Medicine King Valley sighed repeatedly. They knew Zhuang Beihan's strength, and because of this, they were desperate.

"Zhuang Beihan wants to cause darkness in this era, and more and more people will feel desperate."

"Maybe the whole world will become his puppet field."

"Zhuang Beihan has grown up and can no longer be restrained."

Hearing these words, Zhang Changgong, who had always been taciturn, suddenly took out his gun.

The dark muzzle pointed at the white-haired old man's forehead.

"Son of Destiny? A cruel and bloody person who kills innocent people indiscriminately and cannot be written by the book will be the son of Destiny? If such a person can also be the son of Destiny, then what is the need for destiny to be respectful? Destiny is ridiculous, so he goes against the flow and changes to a new heaven!"

Zhang Changgong tried his best to control his emotions, but he could still hear that his tone was full of anger.

Chen Hao looked at Zhang Changgong and was surprised at first, but after thinking about it, he felt relieved.

Zhang Changgong is actually the most upright person among the four people in the Tianlong group.

In his early years, he joined the War Department and was influenced by the War Department. Zhang Changgong could face the sacrifices of thousands of people, but could not tolerate a piece of sand coming into his eyes.

The despair and despairing words that the white-haired old man and his men said were just a piece of sand!

"If those people who died because of Zhuang Beihan, if those corpses were dug out of the tomb by Zhuang Beihan, if the family members of those corpses heard what you said, guess if they could drown you alive!"

Because of the intense emotions, Zhang Changgong's forehead veins burst.

He stared at the white-haired old man and others, so angry that his body was trembling.

However, his gun-holding hand was very stable, without a trace of trembling.

This is the quality of a soldier in the Chinese War Department!

"If it were before, I had cut off your head as soon as you said these words."

The arrow poisonous wood also appeared quietly behind the white-haired old man, and the dagger, which was as thin as a cicada in his hand, was placed on the old man's neck.

He is cruel, gloomy, introverted and even autistic, but he also has a heart, a hot and hot heart.

He is a killer, and he killed many people, and those who can be killed should be killed!

At this moment, in the eyes of Arrow Poison Wood, the white-haired old man and others should be killed!

However, because Chen Hao did not give the order, he finally held it back.

"You have lived for so many years, but why are you not as clear as the young people of us? Have you all lived to dogs at such a big age?"

Chen Hao also whispered.
Chapter completed!