Thunder Martial

Kato Huangtu was captured and left with three foolish eyes.

The three of them didn't go after it because it gave them the feeling that this was the ancestor of their family.

After that, the three of them looked back at Purple Buddha and looked at him with a sense of help.

“Perhaps I made a mistake. This is not an illusion, it seems to be a test.” Purple thought seriously and said silently.

“Test, what test?” Gatu Mingtu asked.

“Not clear. Let's wait and see. ”

Things here were unexpected to him. At this moment, the purple mind is thinking back to the other party's just shot, maybe the three of them can't sense anything, feel that they are just sealed strength, greatly reduced fighting power.

But it was clear that the man who had learned close combat was using the technique of physical combat, and he had been very clever in the use of power.

Even if both sides fight with energy, they will have no power to resist.

“What exactly is this place?” Purple hearts are also full of curiosity about this area.

After waiting in place for about a minute, a figure finally appeared in their sight.

That's three people, three old people.

The three saints from the Gatu family, after seeing the three old men, looked at each other with a glimpse, some incredible look at each other.

“You know each other again?” Zijuan asked.

The three nodded and looked very excited, "One of them, a direct ancestor of my pulse," said Kato Mingtu directly. ”

“How can it be like this?” Purple heard the look.

When the three of them came quickly, the clothes they were wearing were plain, and even one of them was patched.

After coming in front of the four, the three of the Gatu family hurried to pay their respects.

Purple unknown, just standing in place watching, not saying a word.

Nor did the three old men go to see the purple trees, but instead measured the three people up and down. The expression was like looking at the animals waiting to be traded, and the three people looked away creepy.

“Exactly one per person, who picks first?” The old man, with his robe patched on, seemed to have a bad life, said first.

“Pick whatever you want, mainly don't die.” The second old man said lightly.

The third nodded, and they picked the person nearest to them at will and said, "Let's go! ”

From the beginning to the end, the three elderly people did not go to see the purple glance and completely ignored it.

When the three of them left, they all looked back at Zijuan three times, and it was clear that their hearts were still very stiff.

“What are you looking at, can you live through tomorrow and not know yet, and still think about other people?” One of the old men spoke indifferently.

Listen to the other person, that is proof that the other person can see the purple, and indeed ignore the purple. And in that sentence, too, there is a profound meaning that will not survive tomorrow.

Is there any potential danger here?

In other words, in a place like this, where power is completely sealed, it must be fatal if it is in danger.

But at first sight, Zijuan had no idea what he should be doing at this moment.

Waiting?

Seems that's all there is to it.

But in front of this village, like a ghost village, only the house is missing, continue to wait here, what can we wait for?

Take a look around?

Purple immediately dismissed the idea.

There is nothing to see here but these dilapidated houses, and it is obviously even more impossible to get into them.

Seems to be just waiting.

Soon after, an hour passed, the sun gradually set and a chill rose in the purple heart for no reason.

The four people who had previously left were now invisible, and even the house where Gatu Huangtu walked in, which Purple could see, no longer heard the sound of a knocking iron.

Looking at the sky, it was going to get dark, and still no one else was there, and Purple was a little panicked.

Just as he hesitated to look around, he saw an old man walking in from outside the village. He was wearing a robe with patches, an old face and wrinkles all over his face. His back appeared slightly rickety, with a crane mouth behind him, dragging his tired body step by step and walking away.

The other party didn't notice the violet and went in the other direction. Giving the feeling of purple, this is a poor family, a lonely old man with no children, living a very poor hard life.

While constantly warning themselves that this is deep in the star path, it is unlikely that this will happen. But all this is so real.

The tired eyes, the rickety back, the wrinkles on his face, are all so visible.

After walking into the village and walking another hundred meters, the old man seemed to have noticed something and turned around and looked this way.

He saw purple, and purple was measuring the first person who appeared long after that, two eyes to the eye, and purple saw a pair of cloudy and tired eyes.

The other side is like a real human old man, not a tall man at all.

“Huh!” the other side found the purple ray, looked up and down, shocked, and came this way.

The other hand holds the head of the crane's mouth and puts one hand between the waist, where a gourd is tied with a rope. The gourd did not know whether it was wine or water, the other side opened the plug, the hand full of calluses raised the gourd, took a sip, and then saturated the mouth.

Looking at each other's faces, Purple speculated that it was supposed to be wine. Guess it's an old man who knows how to have fun in his misery.

He did not speak, looked quietly at each other, the other was strange, he had never seen it, his soul was suppressed, and he could not perceive the breath of the other.

The old man came to the purple tree and weighed the purple tree up and down, then looked at the sky and said, “What a poor little guy. Would you follow me? ”

Purple nodded without hesitation, as if it was his only option.

From what the elders of the Gatu family had said earlier, it seemed that there was some danger here that could not be encountered during the day, perhaps at night.

“Let's go.” The old man turned around, holding on to his tired body and walking away.

Purple walked behind him and looked at the old man's feelings. He couldn't bear to say: "Sir, why don't I take this for you? ”

“No, it's going to get dark soon. We have to go faster.” The old man didn't say it back either, but it wasn't going to be very fast, which made it even more confusing.

During this time, Purple Passed through a house and found the doors closed, occasionally able to hear voices in the houses and see people inside.

Old man's place, relatively backwards, is a wooden house, and it's ruined. Looking at the old man's clothing, Purple can also guess that the other person's life is not happy, and it is normal to have a place like this that can only keep the wind out of the rain.

Walking into the room, the old man put the crane's mouth down against the wall, and Purple walked in, not surprisingly not seeing some decent furniture.

“It's dark, shut the door!” The old man spoke again, and this is the second sentence he spoke to Purple.

The purple nodded, and the smoothness had to close the door. But when his hand fell on the door, the expression on his face changed markedly.

As if it was not a wooden door in front of him, but an iron door, incredibly heavy.

But even iron gates with holy purple flesh should be able to push easily. Even if it's a mountain, Purple can move it.

But with his constant strength, the wooden door is still tattooed.

“How can it be so? ”

Purple can feel, its own energy is sealed, but the holy level flesh is still there, and it does not know how many tens of thousands of times more powerful than human beings, can still not shake the wooden door.

The wooden door did not tremble gently until his hands were strong and then moved slowly.

And with every millimeter of movement, purple drains a lot of power.

The old man at this moment stood behind Purple, watching Purple Closing the door with all his might, the cloudy and tired eyes seemed to flash a glow.

The door closed, but purple was almost paralyzed, backed against the wooden door, his body slowly sat down, gasping constantly, sweating.

Just closing a door is harder than fighting the Holy King.

The room was pitch-black and all you could hear was purple panting.

Afterwards, an oil lamp emits a dim light, sort of giving this room some light, but this light is too weak.

Purple's hands glistened brightly and took out a bead of night light, which released a bright light to illuminate the entire room.

It has to be said that in such a dilapidated house, the appearance of a night pearl is incompatible with the environment here.

The old man glanced at the Night Pearl and didn't say anything.

“Old man, what's the matter with this?” Put the Evening Pearl on the wooden table at will, purple puzzled asked.

“I'll cook first, I'm tired all day, I'll finish my meal.” When the old man finished, he walked into one side of the house, which seemed to be the kitchen.

“Old sir, I have some food here, you can not make it. ”

During the conversation, Purple brought out some good food, all in the space ring.

But he quickly noticed a number of problems, where soul perception was blocked, and logically it seemed impossible to come up with something. And now he's taking it out, and it's easy.

But when Zijuan tried to put these things back, it was only then that he realized that they couldn't be put back. In other words, when things get to the world, they can't go back.

If you can't go back, you can't go back. Purple doesn't hurt. It's just some food with a night pearl. It's nothing to stay here. Besides, the old man took himself in.

“Eat yourself. ”

The old man walked into the kitchen and a moment later took out two bowls of something similar to a rare meal, and the colour was darker, without any appetite at first glance.

Purple euphemism refused, giving the old man his previous food, but the other side refused.

Afterwards, purple eats its own food, all kinds of brilliance, all kinds of spiritual fluctuations, it's like mountain precious sea flavor. The old man, on the other hand, seemed satisfied by finishing those two dark, rare bowls of rice and then sipping a sip of gourd wine.

Packed up the bowl of chopsticks, didn't pay attention to the purple mess, he threw purple clothes into a more wrecked clothes and said: “I'm sleepy today, I want to know what I'll tell you tomorrow. If this place is small, you can sleep on the floor alive. ”

After that, the old man went back inside to sleep.

Normally, he would not sleep for hundreds of years without sleeping. Suddenly he felt very sleepy. He took a comfortable mattress out of the ring and went to sleep on the ground.

This evening, the wind sounded invisible.

The next day I woke up stunned!