"Is he really dead?" The little old man's voice was also full of complicated emotions.

"Why did I lie to you? Have you seen him?"

The little old man sighed, took off the belt from his waist, and suddenly threw it to Nalan Zhenyue, "Smelly girl, am I sincere enough now?"

Nalan Zhenyue smiled, "What else?"

The little old man was helpless. This Nalan Zhenyue was simply a human spirit, and even his human spirit was defeated by her.

The facial pinching technique was also thrown to Nalan Zhenyue. The little old man did not forget to add: "Please remember to return this book to me. I spent a lot of effort on it to get it. It is a unique book. This time

You really got a big deal!"

"above?"

Nalan Zhenyue caught the key words.

The little old man was stunned and suddenly realized: "Yes, what country are you from?"

"Bai Liguo." Wen Qing said.

"That small country over there." The little old man paused and continued: "Don't you know, God knows how few people are in the lower realm, and those who know are trying their best to get up there."

"Xiajingtian?"

What on earth is the little old man talking about?

The fat man shouted: "Old man, you should speak more clearly. If you don't speak clearly, I will beat you, believe it or not?!"

"You beat me?" The little old man blew his beard and glared, "You big fat guy actually said this in front of me!?"

The fat man's eyes widened, "What did you say?"

The little old man pointed at Nalan Zhenyue and said: "It is her capital that she has the ability to say those words in front of me. You have so much flesh on your body and only have so little cultivation. If you can refine some medicine, you can't do it."

Come on, I am older than you, let alone you, I only need one finger to kill your father!"

The barefoot days have begun again.

Arrogant.

So arrogant.

Too old to die!

The fat man was almost pissed to death.

"You old man, don't underestimate me. I'm very capable!"

"What are you capable of? How dare you challenge your level of cultivation?!"

The fat man choked up. His cultivation was at the heaven level. Not only was he far away from Nalan Zhenyue, but he was also lower than Wen Qing. Even Qianwei was stronger than him.

Although he wanted to fight back, the fat man was weak.

Because the barefoot little sky stabbed him in pain.

The little old man burst out laughing when he saw the fat man laughing like this, "Fat man, you can't beat me, look at your cowardice, I'm really proud of you!"

Mask, Wen Qing, Qianwei Dwarf and the others were all speechless.

Barefoot Xiaotian is really arrogant!

He and Shicai looked completely different in front of Nalan Zhenyue.

Hey, that's how this world is, the strong are respected.

The fat man gritted his teeth, "You old man, don't be complacent. Just wait, one day I will be stronger than you!"

"I'm waiting, I'm waiting!"

"You haven't explained what you just said?!" Nalan Zhenyue suddenly said.

What did Barefoot Xiaotian mean when he said that there is a lower realm above?

She is still confused to this day.

The little old man smiled mysteriously, looked at the belt in Nalan Zhenyue's hand, and said: "Since you got that thing from me, just put it away first. As for the issue of whether it is urgent or not, I will take my time.

I'm slow to explain to you that you are qualified to know, but they haven't yet, and they're just a little bit behind! This fat guy is even a little bit behind!"

The old and immortal know how to respond to others!
Chapter completed!