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The sun rose as scheduled, and when everything was still and quiet, this monotonous golden world seemed a bit lifeless …

Little Tian Feng turned around and stood on Little White's broad back. He slowly walked a few hundred meters away and approached the figure. Behind him, the members of the Nether Moon guild followed suit, holding their short swords, as if they were about to face a great enemy.

"In the vast desert, senior is alone. May I ask what junior can help you with?" Little Tian Feng asked with an innocent smile on his face as he stared at the elder, who seemed to be sleeping soundly a few meters in front of him.

Seeming to have disturbed Qing Meng, the slovenly old man stretched lazily and opened his cloudy eyes. He surveyed his surroundings and said in a rather casual manner, "Looking at your postures, why do I feel like you guys have ill intentions?"

Cough cough, who would want to have ill intentions towards you. If it wasn't for your premeditated intentions, I wouldn't even bother to pay attention to you!

After thinking about the slander in his heart, Little Tian Feng's smile became a little wider. He waved his hand and smiled, "Okay, don't be so nervous. Seriously, look at the kind old man. He won't make things difficult for us kids. "Don't you think so?"

This crafty kid actually put on a high hat for me. Fine, this will be interesting.

Smiling to himself, the slovenly old man slowly stood up and stared at Little Tian Feng for a while. When his smile stiffened because of his thick skin, he heard the old man laugh, "This old man has nothing better to do, so he came here to have some fun." It just so happens that I met you guys, this group of interesting brats. How about it?

What's with this nonsense? Don't make fun of me even if you're bored! Little Tian Feng was speechless. It seemed like there were quite a few adventurers in the desert, but why did they have to follow his group?

Hearing the old man's words, Little Tian Feng suddenly had a bad feeling. For such an unfathomable person to suddenly be interested in him, it was most likely not a good thing. However, people had no choice but to lower their heads under the eaves. Little Tianfeng really could not refuse the old man's words.

With a forced smile, Little Tian Feng casually said, "It is my honor to be able to help senior relieve your boredom. I hope senior can be a little more modest."

Satisfied, the slovenly old man nodded his head and praised, "Not bad, kid. "If you please this old man later, this old man will give you a Divine level cultivation technique."

Deceiving the ghosts, even a Divine level cultivation technique is fine as long as we peacefully bid our farewells later.

Little Tian Feng had a look of surprise on his face as he said, "Really? Senior, please enlighten me. "

Seeing that Little Tianfeng was somewhat unwilling, the slovenly old man smiled even wider. "It's simple. Come, come, do your best. As long as you can come into contact with this old man, I'll consider it your victory. How about it, this old man treats you well, as long as you can come into contact with a little bit of it, you will be able to obtain a set of divine arts.

The corner of Little Tian Feng's mouth twitched. With such an unfathomable appearance like yours, you still dare to come up with such a request? Will this young master have a chance? Do you really think I'm a three or two-year-old child?

The smile on Little Tianfeng's face grew even wider as he cursed in his heart. He nodded his head and said, "Junior will do his best."

The slovenly old man gently shook his head and laughed mischievously, "No, no, just trying my best definitely won't work. He had to work hard. Oh, that's right. In order to stimulate your power, this old man has another idea. "

His turbid eyes swept across the Ming Yue members who were still eyeing him covetously. The old man laughed, "In the beginning of the game, if you failed to touch me after every two breaths, I would take their lives. "How about it, a race against life. Creative, right?"

"Old man, if you want to take our lives and negotiate the terms with the young master, don't even think about it. If you have the guts, just come at us!" A member of the Nethermoon Squad pointed his sword at the old man and roared.

"So noisy!" The slovenly old man snorted in disdain. After that, the member of the Nether Moon squad fell to the ground, with blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

"Ah, fight it out with him!" Upon seeing his brother fall, the rest of the group instantly went into a rage. Even the usually calm Zhao Mo was starting to go crazy.

"Enough!" A loud shout silenced everyone. Little Tian Feng's expression was cold and his clear eyes contained traces of bloodlust. He stared at the slovenly old man and said coldly, "Senior's idea is very good. However, I hope that senior can help me prepare for it. "

"Good, good, good!" Hearing Little Tian Feng's agreement, the slovenly old man happily agreed. His wrinkled face was squeezed into a bun because of his smile. In everyone's eyes, he was a prideful demon who was about to receive food.

"Young Lord, let's fight it out with him. At worst, we'll just die." When Little Tian Feng walked into the party, everyone gathered around him. Leng Ling's face was as cold as a piece of ice.

"Fight my ass, with that move of his just now, he can definitely wipe out all of us effortlessly." Glaring fiercely at Leng Ling, Little Tian Feng gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"Then the young master is confident of meeting that old man." Our lives are not enough, we just wish we could help the Young Master! " Zhao Mo's face was filled with self-blame.

Would he have the chance to meet that unfathomable old man? Looking at himself, Little Tianfeng shook his head dejectedly. When one's strength had reached a certain point, one would simply find it difficult to cross that gap. How could he just go all out and accomplish that?

Although he did not have the slightest confidence, he still frowned and said softly, "Since it has come to this, I can only make a move." "If you don't give it a try, how will you know that you won't make it?"

Half an hour later, on a hill, Little Tian Feng held the [Dark Moon Blade] in his hand, and a sharp aura continuously gathered around his body.

Five meters away from him, the slovenly old man sat down casually and scratched his messy hair. He asked somewhat excitedly, "Kid, there's nothing special about this place that you've picked. Why are you bothering with that? "Also, come come come come, just directly attack. Don't be afraid of hurting me, this old man."

One strike only had one chance. If it didn't work, he wouldn't have the slightest chance!

For the first time, facing that old man who was simply unable to win in a battle, Little Tianfeng felt despair in his heart.

The heart of a powerhouse, the heart of a benevolent person, everything on the road of cultivation was thrown to the back of his mind. If there was no turning back in his mind in despair, then he would just exterminate him with a brilliant posture!

The blade of the Dark Moon that was tightly grasped in his right hand started to spin at a slow speed, until at a certain moment, a clear cracking sound came from the sword. Little Tian Feng's eyes widened, and his body seemed to instantly appear in front of the slovenly old man.

The extremely fast rotating Crescent Blade in his right hand mercilessly smashed at the old man who seemed to be unable to resist at all …