He looked at the blood in his palms and his eyes were gloomy.

"I really didn't expect it."

Mr. Lang's face kept falling and gradually revealed his true face.

Young, looking like a teenager!

But no one knows his age. He listens to the sound and is as vicissitudes as if he is an old man.

"What a terrible boxing intention."

He spitted out the blood, took a few deep breaths, and coughed violently, but he didn't expect he would be injured one day.

Moreover, he was injured by young people like Jiang Wei.

In his mind, Jiang Wei's few extreme boxing techniques just now made his eyes tremble.

"I didn't expect that we all underestimated this boxing style."

Mr. Lang's eyes were deep, like a galaxy, making people unable to see what he was thinking in his heart.

He adjusted for a while before he could stand firm.

If those old friends see it, they may laugh out loud!

It took him a while to recover and leave.

There are many sects in the entire mountain gate, but they are very wide and far apart.

From east to west is a stretching mountain range, and from south to north there is a river. The intersection of mountains and rivers is the lowest place in the entire terrain. From the overall perspective, it is like a bowl.

On both sides of the mountain range, various sects are scattered everywhere.

Nowadays, the closer we get to the northern border, the fewer people are. Several sects that once stood in the northern border have long disappeared, and no one is left.

The further north, the misty gray mist exudes a solemn atmosphere.

It seems to be from hell, cold and lifeless, and no grass grows wherever you go!

This desolate appearance made people frightened and no one dared to get close.

Da da da da da!

A slight footsteps sounded, and Mr. Lang walked to the border of this gray matter, squinted his eyes and looked around. He looked dead, and there was no figure.

He had no expression on his face, and did not take the gray mist that others were tempted by talking to him, and took a step and fell into it.

The fog was heavy and gloomy, as if it was covering the entire world.

Mr. Lang ignored it. The fog did not melt people directly and disappear from this world, just as Luo Long and others said. It was just that some dew was stained with on Mr. Lang's shoulders.

He walked, and the mist could not block his sight.

In the hazy fog, you can't see Mr. Lang's figure, you can only hear the slight but rhythmic footsteps step by step.

soon.

The fog in front of Mr. Lang became thinner and thinner, and his vision gradually became wider.

What appeared in front of me was a lake, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the opening was a plain. The fog continued to evaporate from the lake and spread to all directions.

By the lake, there is a small house built with wood. Just looking at the moss traces on it, you can tell that this wooden house has a lot of time.

Mr. Lang still had no expression and walked towards the room and pushed the door open.

The decorations in the room are simple, except for a bed and a table, there is also a mirror, and nothing else.

He walked to the mirror, looked at his face, and his muddy eyes in the mirror!

"I almost forgot what I look like."

His voice was hoarse and low, as thick as an ancient bell.

Those hands gently brushed across their faces, as if they were feeling the texture of each skin, is it the same as they remembered?

After a while, Mr. Lang put down his hand, sat in front of the mirror, and looked at himself quietly.

He opened the drawer, took out a human skin mask, carefully put it on again, and became another person who was stranger to him.
Chapter completed!