Everyone looked surprised.

"Is this white-haired old man the owner of Fuyun Mountain?"

The nine people were secretly suspicious.

"Are these nine guys the owners of this mountain?"

The white-haired old man was suspicious.

Both sides regard the other as the owner of the mountain.

No one spoke for a while.

The atmosphere is a little weird.

Long Da in the backyard pond has a panoramic view of all this.

He wanted to show up.

But look at this situation.

It seems that there is no need to come forward myself.

The scene was at a stalemate.

No one dares to act rashly.

The white-haired old man is quite stable.

Although I was very worried in my heart, on the surface, I looked calm and unconcerned.

This kind of style made Taoist Mu Kun and the nine of them feel more and more that this white-haired old man was like a master from this world.

Moreover, the aura of the semi-holy realm is not false at all.

The nine people looked at each other.

Immediately, Taoist Mu Kun stepped forward.

He slightly cupped his fists towards the white-haired old man.

"Your Excellency, is this the Lord of Fuyun Mountain, Ultraman?"

The white-haired old man: "???"

What the hell?

What is Ultraman?

But the white-haired old man finally figured it out.

These people are not the owners of this mountain.

On the contrary, they regarded themselves as the lords of the mountain.

This is a wonderful misunderstanding.

The white-haired old man became more mature with age, so he immediately took advantage of his scheme.

"Yes, I am none other than Ultraman."

The white-haired old man put one hand behind his back, and his whole body became calm and intimidating.

When the nine people heard this, their hearts became even more awe-inspiring.

Although it is somewhat different from the giant that Ye Qingyun said, maybe this white-haired old man can transform into a giant.

Anyway, if the elements of semi-sacred realm are met, it is enough.

There shouldn't be anything wrong.

"It turns out that you are Ultraman, and we are from the Central Plains."

Taoist Mu Kun told them their origins.

The white-haired old man gave a slight kick.

"Confucianism, Taoism, and Mohism, I haven't met you three for many years. I didn't expect people from the Central Plains to come to the Four Realms again."

Seeing the white-haired old man, he was not surprised at all about their origins. Instead, he told them their respective origins, which made him even more frightened.

"Sir Ultraman, you killed the genius of my Confucian family, and also killed a master who aspired to the title of my Confucian family. This matter must be given to my Confucian family to give a satisfactory explanation!"
Chapter completed!