At the same time, a figure slowly walked out.

The ancestor of the Qingdao, the Qinggang Ox-cutting Sword in his hand, lightly waved the surrounding flames, and actually cut off a ray of flames, fell on the blade, and then sent it to the eyebrows, burning all the sloppy hair on his face.

Light.

Even the beard was shaved off.

The whole person looks much cheerful.

The corners of his wrinkled eyes seem to be written with endless vicissitudes of life.

It's just that everyone in the mountain and sea battlefield has their own story.

Only living people can tell this story.

And dead people can only become stories told by others.

The ancestor of Qingdao had been in decline for a while, but now the ancestor of Qingdao has rekindled his fighting spirit.

The mental outlook also looks completely different.

"Ancestor Qingdao? Have you recovered?"

When Huo Quan saw the person in front of him and the terrifying ox-cleaver in his hand, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

When the Green Sword Ancestor was serving in the Purple Dragon Realm, many masters died under this ox-slashing sword.

Even the fire shovel is quite afraid of this ox-cleaving knife.

"So it turns out you, a bird-man, think that my ox-chopping knife can't kill a little bird like you?"

The ancestor of Qing Dao had a very hot temper back then.

Even now, it's the same.

Huo Quan's eyes turned cold.

"Hand over that boy and follow me obediently to plead guilty in front of the Third Palace Master. Maybe I can intercede for you and save you from death."

"Otherwise, you will have no choice but to be buried in the fire together like your wife and daughter!"

Firecracker said calmly.

When he heard the words wife and daughter, the eyes of the ancestor Qingdao suddenly burst out with a light, and the aura around him instantly became terrifying and ferocious!
Chapter completed!