Just as Ye Jingyu and Xuanyuan Jing were fighting, Bing Ming, who was fleeing southwest, was stopped by a gray figure.

It was an old man with all white hair and wrinkles on his face, with a hunched figure, as if he could be buried in a coffin at any time.

It was this old man who was about to enter the woods that made Bing Ming dare not move randomly. It was definitely an extremely terrifying existence that could make a martial saint dare not move randomly...

"Senior, I don't know what to do to intercept me!" Bing Ming stood quietly, looking at the old man standing not far away with a hunched body, and said with a little respect.

When he reaches his level, he naturally knows that the people who can make him dare not move are definitely those old monsters who have been famous for a long time. What should he call such a person?

"Old man, I was also entrusted by someone. I wouldn't cause trouble for you, but another boy was surrounded and killed by so many people. If I go to join in the fun again, it would be too valuable, so I came to take you and me back to the Medicine City. As long as you go back with me obediently, the old man promises that I will never make things difficult for you along the way!" A low voice came from the old man's mouth.

"Oh? Senior should not be from the Gongsun family, right? Why do you have to make things difficult for me?" Bing Ming raised his eyebrows and said in confusion when he heard that the other party was going to take him back to the Medicine City.

"There is no way. When the old man was injured by the Eight Dragon Kings in the Tiangang Mountains, his life was hanging under the thread and was rescued by the boy from the Gongsun family. Today he found me. The old man was favored by others, so there was no unrepayable gift. You should go back with me!" The old man still said lightly, his voice still so low, as if it was popping out of his throat.

When Bing Ming heard about the Eight Dragon Kings, his mind tightened. It was a legendary eighth-level wild beast. Not to mention a great master, even if the Martial Saint encounters it, there is no possibility of survival. Unless it is those big figures who also exist in the legend, they can survive from the claws of the Eight Dragon Kings. This person can escape from the claws of the Eight Dragon Kings, which is enough to show that his strength has broken through the Martial Saint realm and entered the legendary Martial God realm.

That is a state that Bing Ming still finds difficult to understand, let alone face it. It can be said that as the martial arts cultivation improves, the more you go to the future, the greater the gap between each level of realm.

A master, as long as he has excellent martial arts skills, he may be able to challenge the Grand Master even higher. A master, unless he is a monster like Ye Jingyu, it is impossible to defeat the Martial Saint. As for the Martial Saint, if he wants to defeat the Martial Saint, it is simply a fool to talk to him. The gap between the Martial Saint and the Martial Saint is like the gap between the mortal and the Martial Saint. How many people come, how many people kill...

So, when I knew that the person in front of me was very likely to be a martial god, Bing Ming knew that he had no chance of escaping.

But he is the shadow of Ye Jingyu, he is the successor of Xiao Cangtian, and he cannot insult his master. Even though he knows that he is not the opponent of the other party, he still slowly draws out his iron sword.

Even though he knew he would be defeated, he would not be able to take him back to Yaocheng even if he died. At least, dying at the hands of such an expert is much happier than dying at the hands of Gongsun's family.

"My younger brother Bing Ming, please give me some advice here!" Drawing out the iron sword, Bing Ming bowed to the man with his fists and said respectfully.

Seeing Bing Ming pulling out his iron sword, there was no change in the old man's face, but a faint light flashed in his turbid eyes.

"Since you insist on this, I will give you some advice, old man!" The old man said lightly, but his body took a step forward, almost at the same time, appeared in front of Bing Ming. He slapped it out with a very simple palm and slapped Bing Ming's heart...

Although I had known that the God of Martial Arts was incredibly powerful, Bing Ming was still shocked when he saw the old man appearing in front of him in the blink of an eye. Without too much thought, the iron sword in his hand blocked his heart directly, and the old man slapped Bing Ming's iron sword.

With a crisp sound of "bang...", the iron sword was nothing, but Bing Ming felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his body flew backwards. The blood in his mouth was spewed out for no money, as if the palm was slapped at his heart...

"Boom..." Bing Ming's body fell heavily to the ground, and waves of dust rose. However, the old man did not continue to take action, but instead stood there, looking at Bing Ming lying on the ground with his hands behind his back.

"How about it? How about my trick of fighting cattle from a mountain, old man?" the old man said lightly.

Bing Ming did not speak immediately. He struggled to stand up and still raised the iron sword in his hand. The true energy in his body was circulating. The true elixir in his dantian shot out a series of water-blue light, and the long sword in his hand made a buzzing sound.

"Senior's master's skills, I admire you. Now, please take a look at my sword moves!" Bing Ming said, but his body disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, he had already come to mid-air. The iron sword in his hand shook continuously, and cold sword energy shot out from the iron sword, turning into water-blue long swords, stabbing at the old man standing in the spot.

A hint of surprise flashed slightly in the old man's eyes, but his body didn't move. Faced with the howling sword energy, he just slowly raised his right hand, and seemed to slowly wave his sleeves. A strong wind formed, directly hitting the sharp sword energy without a trace.

But at this time, a figure came to him, and a pitch-black sword suddenly appeared in his chest and stabbed directly into his heart.

Facing the iron sword that was piercing straight, the old man seemed to have expected it. His right hand had appeared on his chest at some point and directly clamped the painted black iron sword.

Bing Ming was shocked again. Although he knew that his Piao Ruoshuang Singing Sword might not be able to kill the other party, it could at least cause him some trouble. But he never thought that he would be trapped so easily by the other party.

However, even so, Bing Ming still had no fear in his eyes. As soon as the true energy in his body moved, a stream of water-blue light burst out from the black sword body. It was a cold air, and even the temperature around seemed to drop a lot. Ordinary people, even a martial saint, had to let go under such cold air. However, the old man clamped Bing Ming's sword body without moving, and a gentle hum came from his mouth: "Piao Ruoshuang Yin Jian..."
Chapter completed!