Emperor of Nine Suns Chapter 93: The strong man who is crazy

I saw Tong Meng's hands imprinting on his chest, and his spiritual power was drenched, and dozens of seals were instantly transformed, and his beautiful, white palms were pushed forward slightly, and a beautiful and gorgeous talisman suddenly appeared. , To print towards the sky above. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)

In an instant, the light and shadow changed, and the empty void instantly changed dramatically, revealing patches of dense towering ancient trees, a quiet path winding out, extending to the deepest part of the dense forest.

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The little hamster pouted his lips with a look of contempt. For this arrogant and arrogant mouse, Chu Chen was no stranger to it. He did not speak at a glance, and walked towards the quiet path with Tongmeng.

The trail is winding, paved with clean and tidy bluestone slabs, and it is about seven feet wide. It is worthwhile for two people to walk side by side without seeing the edge at a glance. Chu Chen walked on the road for a long time, but saw the ancient trees around him towering into the sky, and each plant was surrounded by a dozen people, towering into the clouds. There are so many strange flowers and grasses and bushes under the trees, it looks like a whole small world.

Due to the dense branches and leaves of the ancient trees in the sky, the whole path is very dark. Fortunately, there are strange crystals floating in the sky, and they are constantly emitting colorful lights to the surroundings. , On the contrary, the whole path set off is dreamlike and beautiful.

"The old man is said to be Elder Huang's best friend. He was severely injured due to some accidents before, and has not been much time, so he has been living in seclusion in the dense forest of the back mountain and never going out." Tong Meng walked around. He said softly.

"Injured? What kind of injury did he say?"

When Chu Chen heard this, he frowned slightly. Based on his instinct, he felt that the old man had something wrong in his cultivation, showing signs of ignorance. But after all, it was just a painting. If he suffered internal injuries, then Chu Chen would have no choice.

"No, he hasn't said it, nor has Elder Huang said it." Tong Meng shook his head.

"Then let's go and see first." There is no way to guess, Chu Chen shook his head.

Chu Chen said in his heart, this mysterious "back mountain" is probably a powerhouse at the master level, so he can move in. Who is this old man?

After a full half an hour, my eyes suddenly opened up, and the towering old trees disappeared. I saw a patch of green grass, and several small wooden houses were scattered.

Not far away is a huge waterfall, each of them falls down and falls into the deep pool below, like a nine-day Milky Way, as clear and crystal clear.

Beside the deep blue pool, there is a pavilion. In the pavilion, an old man is sitting beside a small stone table. In front of him, a chess game is half played. The old man closed his eyes slightly, as if he had fallen into a deep level of concentration, and remained motionless for a long time.

"Grandpa Liu, I am here."

Walking to the pavilion, Tong Meng called out softly, "I have finished the painting you ordered."

Hearing Tong Meng's words, the sitting old man raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes slightly. A bright ray of light passed through the muddy eyes.

So strong!

Chu Chen's eyelids twitched fiercely. Since coming here, Chu Chen subconsciously opened up his spiritual sense to see what happened to the old man. When the gleam of light passed by, Chu Chen only felt that there seemed to be a huge and incomparable land lurking in front of him. The behemoth, that horrible spiritual force as mighty as a prison and vast as a sea of ​​smoke is extremely clear.

This old man is the strongest person Chu Chen has encountered except for the corpses of the ancient gods and demons in the ancient fairy mountains.

Even if he was severely injured, even if his breath was sluggish, the old man still gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, as if an ant looking up at the dragon, it was a casual raise of his hand and a stomach that would make him completely broken. Horror character.

Chu Chen felt a little bit in his heart again after using his spiritual sense. He felt right at the beginning, this old man is indeed in a delusion.

Chu Chen, who has opened up his spiritual consciousness, can clearly feel that the old man's meridian is like a rushing divine river, and there are several obvious bifurcations. That branch is an unusable waste vein hidden in the human body. It wasn't that the old man Zhidào had practiced some exercises, but it turned his spiritual power to that place. Whenever spiritual power flows through, it makes those branches a little wider.

Looking at this situation, if that waste vein is widened to a certain extent, I am afraid it will become more and more serious, and even in the end, Kěnéng's meridians are dislocated, spiritual power flows back, and the body bursts to death!

"It's you, little girl."

The old man looked at Tong Meng, smiled and nodded, "I am an immortal, but I am causing you trouble."

"What can I say, Grandpa Liu? This is my painting. Please see if there is anything wrong." Tong Meng walked up to the old man and handed over the painting respectfully.

The old man took the picture scroll, shook his hands, spread it out, and suddenly, an old man with a clean face suddenly appeared on the paper. Obviously, this painting has been carefully modified, and every strand of hair and every wrinkle is extremely clear and obvious. At first glance, it really seems to be alive and sticking up.

"Well, painted Bùcuò." The old man smiled and nodded, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face. I have to say that Tong Meng's painting skills are really extraordinary and breathtaking.

"Grandpa is absurdly praised." Tong Meng smiled sweetly, and unconsciously hugged the snow-white little hamster and gently stroked it. It’s strange to say that this little hamster usually looks everywhere and is extremely arrogant. At this time, in front of the old man, he dare not say a word, let Tong Meng knead it with his little hands, seeming to really think of himself. A mouse that can't speak.

This bullying and afraid of hardships must have felt the powerful threat from the peerless powerhouse and began to pretend to be ordinary things.

Chu Chen curled his mouth, glanced at the stone table, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he walked to the opposite side of the old man subconsciously, and looked at the endgame carefully.

"Well, the painting is so good, what should I give you in return." The old man gently stroked his beard, apparently very satisfied with the painting, frowned slightly for a moment, and saw Chu Chen concentrated Staring at the endgame on the table, he couldn't help but smiled, "Why, the little brother also dabbles in the art of chess?"

"Understand the fur. Let the old man laugh." Chu Chen smiled slightly, and before the old man could speak, she sat down opposite the old man~IndoMTL.com~ respectfully arched his hands, "Be brave, want to face him My husband asked for some chess skills, I wonder if the old man agreed?"

"Hehe, you guys don't think this old man like me is boring. Come to play chess with me. Naturally, it is very desirable." The old man froze for a while, then smiled slightly. With his hands lightly moved, he just wanted to erase the residual chess on the table and re-layout it, but saw Chu Chen wave his hand slightly, "The old gentleman doesn't have to trouble, how about we continue this endgame?"

"Oh? That's good, then." The old man was slightly surprised when he heard this. Unexpectedly, Chu Chen was so young and had such a profound knowledge of chess. The endgame of Zhidào himself was more than just a piece of residual chess. The process of playing chess was infused with his own spiritual will and contained his own understanding of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. It can be said that the mystery is endless. If you don't have a good understanding of chess, I am afraid you can't understand it.

At the moment, he sat across from Chu Chen, each holding one of his feet, and began to get up in a decent way.

The Tong Meng next to her felt a little tight. Looking at Chu Chen, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. For Zhu Chen, after entering Biquan Immortal Sect, Chu Chen ran outside every day for three years, so there was no time to delve into the game of the game. I have never heard him say that he can play chess. If you rashly play chess with the old man, if you lose too badly, won't you be hit? He has just condensed the first drop of spiritual water, so don't make anything wrong.