In an instant, the crazy old man's eyes suddenly became brighter. After looking around, he did not rise from the ground, let alone fly by the wind. Instead, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, carefully examined the trend of the mountains, and then stepped forward in one step.

When he came out, he walked directly in front of a group of three people. The old man looked at the sweating young man walking on the pile and asked: "Is your name Chen Ping'an?"

Chen Ping'an tensed up and nodded: "Yes, sir, do you have anything to do with me?"

The child in green clothes had dull eyes and a heart filled with despair.

Why, after leaving the small town, I thought I was letting the birds fly, and then walking on a remote road in the mountains, I started to punch my own gods and monsters to death?

The old man looked furious and asked hurriedly: "I am Cui Chan... I am Cui Chan's grandfather, are you his husband now?"

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, then became more cautious and said, "That's right."

The old man spoke very quickly, "How is he doing now? Will he be bullied?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while and found it difficult to answer this question. Because Cui Dongshan, the young national master, or Cui Dongshan who went to Shanya Academy, had a really bad life during that trip. Chen Pingan did not want to deceive this man who called himself Cui Dongshan.

Grandpa Han was a down-and-out old man, but he didn't dare to tell the truth. Subconsciously, Chen Ping'an felt that the old man in front of him was very similar to the mountain-moving ape from Zhengyang Mountain before, but the difference was only in the level of cultivation between the two.

The mountain-moving ape is taller, but the old man in front of me is taller. Chen Ping'an's Taoism is too low to see the depth at all.

The old man just frowned, making Chen Ping'an and the two little guys feel a sense of suffocating oppression. The old man snorted coldly: "Although you are my grandson's husband, I should respect you, but you are not even pure in the three realms."

Wufu, how can I be my grandson’s mentor?! If my grandson encounters trouble in the future, you, the teacher, will have no choice but to sit back and watch the show from a distance?! No, absolutely not!"

The sloppy old man's eyes were as sharp as knives, and he stared at Chen Ping'an, "Take me to a place you think is safe, I want to help you!"

Without waiting for Chen Pingan to nod and shake his head, the old man stood beside Chen Pingan and grabbed Chen Pingan's shoulder with his five fingers like hooks. "Speak quickly! Time will not wait for me. I will wake up for at most one stick of incense. Don't waste time!"

Chen Pingan was confused.

But the old man casually shook his shoulder, which not only made Chen Ping'an feel heartbroken, but even the two flying swords on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month buzzed and whined endlessly. After all, the power they could exert was incomparable with Chen Ping'an's realm cultivation.

Because they are related to each other, it is impossible to go out and stop the old man from being aggressive at the moment.

The boy in blue and the girl in pink didn't dare to move, not because they didn't want to, but because they couldn't.

According to legend, pure warriors who have reached the top of the world, such as those at the top of the mountain in the ninth realm, have condensed their momentum and released it like sword energy, which is unstoppable. With just a roar, they can shatter the courage of the enemy, whether in the world or in the martial arts world.

It's not uncommon on the battlefield.

The old man shouted angrily: "Speak quickly! If you keep complaining, I don't care whether you are my grandson's husband or not, I will punch you and break your hands and feet!"

Chen Ping'an had a determined look in his eyes, gritted his teeth, and was ready to fight to the death to gain a chance of survival for himself.

The old man looked at him, laughed loudly, let go of the young man's shoulders, took a step back, and laughed loudly: "Little boy, you have some skills, not bad, good stuff! If it falls into the hands of other bullshit martial arts masters, then

No matter how hard I try to shape you, you won’t be able to achieve success, but I’m different!”

Wei Bo, dressed in white clothes, appeared on the mountain road with ecstasy. After a moment of silence, he smiled at Chen Ping'an and said, "You might as well take this old gentleman to the Bamboo House. If you agree, I will lead the way."

The old man looked at Wei Bo and said, "Hey, it's been a long time since I've seen such a human-looking mountain god. It's interesting and interesting. When I regain some strength, I will definitely come and discuss with you if I have the chance."

Wei Bo smiled and said: "Old sir, don't come to me for discussion. Please polish your grandson's martial arts realm. I guess he will be busy enough."

The old man had a sarcastic smile on his face, "Stop talking nonsense, take me to Chen Ping'an's territory, which is called Luolu Mountain. I know there is a place over there that is suitable for sharpening knives. Lead the way!"

Wei Bo was not annoyed at all by the old man's domineering aura. He nodded with a smile, snapped his fingers, the landscape reversed, and the group of people instantly appeared outside Luo Luo Shan Bamboo House.

Chen Ping'an looked at Wei Bo, who nodded slightly.

The old man grabbed his shoulder and jumped to the second floor. He pushed Chen Ping'an in through the door. The old man raised his eyebrows and laughed happily: "What a great place! I can wake up at least once a day."

In terms of time, it is really not inferior to the Cave Heaven Paradise. I finally have a bit of the gentlemanly bearing of my family."

The old man took a few steps back and asked, "Chen Ping'an, can you endure hardship?"

Chen Pingan, who was confused from beginning to end, nodded subconsciously and said: "It can be eaten."

The old man asked again: "Will it cause great suffering if you eat it?"

Chen Pingan did not dare to answer this question.

The old man was a little unhappy and cursed: "Like a little girl, if you can do it, you can do it, but if you don't do it, you can't do it. What a big deal! It's so unpleasant. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't be happy to serve you!"

Chen Pingan silently told himself that the old man in front of him was not very bright, so he didn't need to take it to heart and just let him have his say.

The old man stepped forward with one foot and formed a simple boxing stance in which one punch was suspended forward and the other was held close to the chest. It was simple, but it became astonishingly powerful in an instant.

The old man said solemnly: "You can only become a master by enduring hardships. As martial artists, if we want to go up, before we reach the top, we have to be a wild dog foraging for food on the roadside! We have to tell ourselves,

If you want to live happily, you must contend with the Great Way of Heaven and Earth! Compete with bullshit gods! Compete with fellow warriors! Finally, you must compete with yourself! Compete for that breath!"

"When you exhale this breath, it will make the heaven and earth change color! It will make the gods kneel down and kowtow. It will make all the warriors in the world feel that you are the one above!"

At this moment, the white-haired old man, who was clearly worse than a beggar, was so majestic and energetic that it was unparalleled!

The old man seemed to be telling the young man a truth clearly.
Chapter completed!