Chapter 1968 The Old Man Makes a Move.

The youthful and arrogant voice of Leng Xi, the holy son of the Heavenly Desolation Holy Land, echoed. At this moment, all eyes were on him, but no one came to the ring again.

No one dares to go to the ring!

Going to fight with the Son of the Heavenly Desolate Holy Land is like going up to seek death.

Time passed slowly, seeing that no one dared to go up to the ring to fight with him, "Heh!" Leng Xi smiled "Heh", the laughter was full of disdain.

However, in fact, this is also within my expectation, who made me be, Leng Xi.

Following Leng Xi, she raised her head, looked at Zhuge Qingfeng in the sky, and said, "Zhuge Qingfeng, since no one has dared to go up to the ring to fight with my son, what are you waiting for, hurry up and announce."

Leng Xi's words seemed to have an order-like tone.

Hearing the words from below, Zhuge Qingfeng frowned suddenly, feeling somewhat disgusted with that Leng Xi.

Although Leng Xi is the holy son of Tianhuang Holy Land, Zhuge Qingfeng, who is the eighth elder, is Leng Xi's elder in terms of seniority.

"Huh? Zhuge Qingfeng, didn't you hear what I said?" Seeing that Zhuge Qingfeng still didn't announce, Leng Xi also frowned on his handsome face, and said coldly.

And just when Zhuge Qingfeng was about to speak, suddenly, only an old voice echoed: "If there is no one on the ring, then I, my little brother, will go up."

"Huh? Who? Who?"

"Who is this going to be in the ring? This voice? At least seventy or eighty, right? Is this going to be in the ring?"

"This voice, if I heard correctly just now, he just called himself the younger brother?"

"Isn't it stipulated that people under the age of twenty-eight can enter the ring? Why can old people also go up?"

"The old man wants to go up and fight with Tianhuang Shengzi? Could it be that the old man is also interested in the third lady of Misha City?"

"Since this person called himself a younger brother just now, is he actually young? It's just that his voice sounds old?"

...

Just as that old voice echoed, one after another voices of discussion sounded again immediately, and one by one began to turn their heads, looking for the person who made that old voice just now.

The one who made the sound was the old man who followed Shi Feng, Luan Wu.

At this moment, the figure of the old man was slowly lifted into the air, step by step, as if stepping on an invisible ladder, as if pacing in the void, walking slowly towards the top of the ring step by step.

The appearance looks very unrestrained and leisurely, but it still looks too old.

"It really is an old man!"

At this time, all eyes focused on the old man again and said one after another.

"At first, I thought it might be some young man with an old man's voice, but this one is clearly an old man. What is he doing in the ring? He just insisted on calling himself a younger brother!"

"That's right, I don't know how many times his age has already passed! He can be the third lady's great-grandfather. Could it be that he wants old cows to eat tender grass?"

...

"Hehehe." The words one after another naturally reached the old man's ears. The old man's wrinkled old face showed a very kind smile, and he nodded to everyone and said:

"Everyone, don't think that I am old, but in fact, I am only eighteen years old!"

"eighteen!"

"Eighteen!"

"Damn it! This old guy is shameless! He is so old that he dares to say that he is eighteen years old! Pooh!"

"Yeah! How shameless! It's simple, really! He can't fool anyone with his old bones! Eighteen years old, do you think we are fools?"

...

And listening to the voices of disbelief and disdain, the old man's old face still had a kind and kind smile. He was older and didn't care much about those "gossips".

Slowly, that old figure gradually stepped onto the arena.

"Old thing!" Looking at the old man who came up, Leng Xi narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at him.

"Eight stars and a half god!" Zhuge Qingfeng also looked down at the old man in the sky and said.

Following that, he secretly said in his heart: "I've heard that Leng Xi's martial arts realm has already stepped into the seven-star demigod..."

Zhuge Qingfeng said to himself in his heart, Leng Xi has a secret treasure in his body, although Zhuge Qingfeng is a peerless powerhouse in the nine-star and half-divine realm, but he cannot see through his true realm.

At this moment, Zhuge Qingfeng really had selfish intentions in his heart. He saw the old man stepping onto the ring, but he, as the referee, did not stop him.

Leng Xi was disrespectful to him just now, but he couldn't take action against Leng Xi, but wanted to borrow the old man's hand.

"Old man, do you want to fight with me?" Leng Xi said with a sneer after seeing the old man stepping onto the ring.

"Hehe." The old man gave Leng Xi a "heh" smile, nodded in response, "Yes."

"But I'm only eighteen years old, so don't call me old man, you can call me little brother."

"Your sister!" Hearing the old man's shameless words, Leng Xi yelled coldly, and then raised her hand, only to see a white light like a handprint burst out from his hand, and shot towards the old man and go.

The old man suddenly felt that a strange and cold extreme yin force had enveloped him, and the air around him had been solidified under the extreme yin force, directly freezing his body.

And the white light was getting closer and closer to his face.

"Drink!" An old man shouted like a lion, and the frozen air around him suddenly shattered. At the same time, the old man formed a palm with his right hand and pushed it out. With a powerful palm, It suddenly slapped on the incoming forest white light.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the white light shot out from Leng Xi's hand suddenly shattered under the palm of the old man.

"Huh?" At this moment, Leng Xi's handsome face finally changed at this moment.

And then, the old man's figure flickered, and he flickered towards Leng Xi.

"Block...blocked! This old man actually blocked the blow of Leng Xi, the Son of Heaven and Desolation!"

When Leng Xi's attack was broken, the faces of each of them changed drastically, and bursts of exclamations immediately sounded.

"I've seen that this old man is not simple!" Some people also said: "Otherwise, how dare he go up to fight with Tianhuang Shengzi, he has no skills, isn't he going up to die?"

"Well! That's true."

"But I don't know what the origin of this old man is? He dared to fight against Tianhuang Holy Land! You know, he won, but he offended Tianhuang Holy Son, Tianhuang Holy Land, and the future Tianhuang Holy Lord."

"That's right, Son of Heaven, it's not that easy to challenge! Even a nine-star demigod powerhouse has to think clearly about the consequences."

...

The old man's figure had already flashed in front of Leng Xi in an instant, and a thick dark magic mist suddenly burst out from his right palm. This time, it was the old man who attacked Leng Xi's face.

The right palm swirling around in the magic mist was slapped fiercely, and the old man didn't hold back at all because the young man in front of him was the Son of Heaven and Desolation.

If this palm was hit, Leng Xi would probably die immediately.