Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

After Su Yanran bumped into someone, she stuffed a low-grade spiritual stone into the old man's hand and was about to leave.

When the old man saw the spirit stone, his expressionless face showed a hint of surprise, and he grabbed Su Yanran's shoulders, "What do you mean, little girl?"

However, before the old man could speak, Su Yanran took the lead and said, "One dollar is too little? Then I'll give you another five dollars, don't pester me."

Su Yanran was filled with impatience. She was angry with Sheng Shike in Tianjian Sect, but she still encountered this kind of thing when she went out.

How unlucky!

"You little girl, you don't apologize after hitting someone, but instead use the spirit stone to insult them." The old man's hand tightened slightly.

Su Yanran's expression changed slightly. How could this person not know what is good and what is good? "It was you who suddenly rushed out and bumped into me."

At the same time, Su Yanran looked at the old man and found that there was no spiritual power fluctuation on his body and his clothes were old.

A look of contempt flashed in her eyes, confirming that the old man was deliberately looking for trouble.

She raised her hand and threw out a medium-grade spiritual stone, which landed on the old man's footsteps, and then mocked: "Don't you just want more spiritual stones? Go pick it up yourself."

"Arrogant young man!" The old man chuckled and used his withered hands to exert some force.

Suddenly, Su Yanran felt severe pain in her shoulder.

Su Yanran couldn't help but become angry and stabbed the old man in the chest with an ice pick.

There was a proud look on her face. If she didn't give way, she would have to pay a price!

Anyway, it was the old man who took the initiative to provoke her, and this cause and effect had nothing to do with her.

"What a cruel little girl!" The old man's voice became colder and he raised his hand to grab the ice pick.

Su Yanran was shocked. This old man was also a monk, otherwise it would be impossible to neutralize her attack.

She felt a little more fearful in her heart, and looked at the old man again, and found that his eyes were cloudy, his back was stooped, and his breath was weak.

He is also a man who has reached the end of his life.

High-level experts are still senile even when they are dying, and they are definitely not like the old man.

His cultivation level must be above the third level of Qi refining and below the golden elixir level.

Such a person is not afraid of himself, but he doesn't know if there is someone behind the old man. Letting him go may cause trouble for him.

Su Yanran looked towards the street in the distance. No one was paying attention to the situation here, and the constant sound of hammering covered up most of the sounds.

Su Yanran's eyes flashed slightly, and her murderous thoughts returned.

The old man took in Su Yanran's expression and said disappointedly: "You are too murderous, so you are definitely not the person I am looking for."

When Su Yanran heard the words 'too murderous', her expression changed drastically and she subconsciously touched the storage bag.

The old man shook his head and turned towards the street.

Su Yanran stared at the old man's back with fierce eyes, raised her hand and stabbed the old man's back with an ice pick.

She can't leave any clues or threats!

Pfft! ——

The ice pick pierced the old man's heart and instantly turned into water, blending with the blood.

Boom! ——

The old man fell to the ground, his expression invisible.

An excited expression appeared on Su Yanran's pretty face. It seemed that the technique taught by that person could really kill people beyond the level.

Su Yanran stopped staying and turned around to walk deeper into the alley.

After the powerful man in the divine transformation stage followed Su Yanran and left, Feng Qingran and Mo Jinghong appeared.

Feng Qingran grabbed the old man's pulse and frowned slightly, "It's strange, how can you still breathe when your heart is broken?"

The two turned the old man over and discovered that there was very little blood on the ground.

Mo Jinghong checked it out and said in a deep voice: "It's a high-level displacement technique. The moment he senses fatal danger, his heart is moved to another position. Moreover, he has taken a hemostatic pill in advance."

"Take hemostatic pills in advance? Did he know that he was going to be killed?" Feng Qingran's eyes were complicated. Maybe they could not escape their fate.

When I first read the book, I didn't think it was unreasonable for the old man to appear in the Forge City.

But when she came through the book and read "Qingyun Zhi", she realized that normally, the master of Kunxuan Pavilion would never appear in the Forging City.

There are three major powers in Qingyun Prefecture, Kunxuan Pavilion, Fuyu Spiritual Weapon Pavilion, and Calligraphy and Ink Auction House.

Kunxuan Pavilion's power is mainly distributed in the north of Qingyun Prefecture, while Foundry City is in the south of Qingyun Prefecture, which belongs to Fuyu Pavilion's strength. The two pavilions have had a long-standing feud.

As the master of a pavilion, how could the old man be in danger alone?

"Junior sister, if you are curious, you can ask him directly." Mo Jinghong put a pill into the old man's mouth with a smile in his picturesque eyes.

Feng Qingran: "..."

Ahem! ——

The old man coughed up several mouthfuls of black blood, his appearance was changing visibly, and his breath was rising steadily.

"Senior Brother Seventh, what did you give him to eat?"

"Antitoxic Pill." Mo Jinghong wrote lightly.

Feng Qingran's dark and clear eyes widened, and she prepared the antidote for the seventh-grade soul-eating poison in advance. Seventh Senior Brother, you still said that you are not a book-wearing person?

"Little Junior Sister, feel free to ask if you have anything. People have a mouth that can be used to ask questions. Time is precious. If you have time to guess the answer, why not think about some cultivation issues."

"As your cultivation becomes stronger and stronger, it will be easier to ask for the answers you want."

A few years later, Mo Jinghong thought of today's words again and regretted them.

The corner of Feng Qingran's mouth twitched slightly. The seventh senior brother said so. Wouldn't it be very shameful for her not to ask anything?

Feng Qingran asked with a smile: "Senior Brother Seven, tell me, why do you have the antidote for the soul-eating poison?"

"When I was refining the elixir, I made it casually." Mo Jinghong's starry eyes flashed, and he had a noble temperament.

"Refining the seventh-grade elixir at will! Seventh senior brother, I don't know much about books, don't lie to me." Feng Qingran was speechless. A seventh-grade elixir can wipe out a middle-class family.

She finally knew why the seventh senior brother was the one in charge of Lingyun Sect!

Mo Jinghong patted Feng Qingran on the head, "Little junior sister, there's no need to feel inferior, I won't laugh at you."

Feng Qingran knocked the hand off her head and said angrily: "Thank you!"

At this moment, the old man on the ground opened his eyes and looked at Feng Qingran and Mo Jinghong like an eagle.