A ferocious smile appeared on the face of the old foreign man, and a dry laugh came from his throat, which made people creepy.

Xiao Yang looked at the foreign old man in front of him, and knew in his heart that the old man should be the person Bai Xiaosheng mentioned. He said in a deep voice: "Is the blue spirit stone you gave to Yin Sumiao before?"

"Not bad! It seems that you should be Xiao Yang!"

The foreign old man responded, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the old and terrifying face seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frost, emitting a stimulating cool air, "I didn't expect to meet you so soon!"

"What is your origin?"

Xiao Yang asked.

"The previous two Mo Li and Mo Hui were both trapped in your hands. Don't you know who I am?"

The old man smiled bloodthirstyly and said coldly.

Xiao Yang had long guessed that this matter had a great connection with the Yi Ren Organization. After hearing the words of this foreign old man, he could be sure that this was a conspiracy created by the Yi Ren Organization!

"What do you want?"

Xiao Yang asked sternly.

But the old foreign man suddenly burst into laughter unscrupulously, "Haha, I'm afraid you don't have the chance to know!"

As he said that, his laughter suddenly stopped, and two cold lights burst out from his eyes, like two sharp blades, shot straight at Xiao Yang and Kong Xuehe.

And in an instant, the old man's wrist holding the cane turned, and the patent leather on the outer layer of the cane in his hand fell off, revealing its original appearance - a long sword!

The old man's toe tapped on the ground lightly, his figure was as light as a swallow, like a wind. In just a moment, the long sword in his hand had already forced Xiao Yang.

The long sword was covered with a layer of rich spiritual power, and an endless sense of oppression was circulating.

Kong Xuehe, who was beside him, pushed Xiao Yang away, and then a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Hehe, even this little ability dares to be presumptuous in the territory of our Han Kingdom!"

Kong Xuehe seemed to have no regard for the foreign old man in front of him.

Before he could finish his words, he stretched out his two fingers and easily clamped the sharp blade at the tip of the sword.

"This...how is this possible?"

When the foreign old man saw this scene, his eyes were as shocked as if he was about to break free from his sockets, his face turned pale, as if he was a piece of white paper.

Seeing that the situation was not good, he wanted to pull back the sword in his hand, but found that he could not pull it back.

The playful smile on Kong Xuehe's face was even more intense. His fingers were slightly hard and cracked. The long sword in the old foreign man's hand broke into three pieces and fell to the ground.

"Who are you?"

The foreign old man asked tremblingly.

"I am your ancestor!"

Kong Xuehe said playfully.

The foreign old man realized at this time that he was no longer Kong Xuehe's opponent, and his eyes were swinging left and right in his eye sockets, as if he was thinking about a way to escape in his heart.

His hand secretly touched his waist.

Seeing his actions, Xiao Yang quickly reminded Kong Xuehe, "This guy wants to escape!"

Kong Xuehe didn't care and said lightly: "I want to see where he escapes!"
Chapter completed!