"Hey, old man, what are you looking at? Uh, please pay attention to your words, who is the little yellow bird?"

Bufan jumped around Yueye's shoulders and said impatiently.

"Yes, I can speak, I must be of extraordinary quality."

The old man in black stroked the long beard on his jaw, and a look of surprise that was not easy to be noticed was instantly revealed between his cold cheeks.

He suddenly walked away with some relief and shook his head and smiled bitterly. After a moment of pondering, the old man in black changed his face. He suddenly became a little excited. He then stared at the little bird Bufan with a suspicion and said to himself: "Supreme, is it the extremely rare top-quality divine beast among primate species?"

"Hey, old man, you said the wrong thing again. Are you the best beast?" Bufan kept shaking his head, expressing his strong dissatisfaction.

Then he corrected the old man in black with a disdainful look on his face and said, "Listen, I am a top-notch ancient beast."

The old man in black was stunned when he heard this, and his thoughts suddenly surged.

The muscles between the cheeks trembled due to excitement and excitement.

After a moment, the expression on his face calmed down and he murmured to himself: "It turns out to be a top-notch ancient divine beast. No wonder Lao's illusion is not effective."

"Old man, what are you muttering?" Bufan looked extremely impatient and his tone was very arrogant. Then he changed the subject and said, "Old man, what is your surname? Is it a good person or a bad person?"

After hearing Bufan's question, the old man in black smiled slightly, and stood with his hands behind his back, "I am called by the Black Kirin by the world."

After answering this sentence, the old man in black shook his head and smiled bitterly, and was stunned for a moment before saying, "As for whether I am a good person or a bad person, it's hard to say."

If Meng Zhize woke up at this moment and suddenly heard the three words "Black Qilin", he would have lost his thoughts in his heart.

The Black Kirin, another top figure in the Dalu Empire at the same level as Sima Mao, is the target pole in the minds of tens of thousands of magicians in the Demon-killing Continent, and a strong man with the top magic level.

The strong are often injected with legendary colors by the crowd, packaged as high as a god, and are looked up and worshipped by the crowd.

However, a vivid figure like the Black Qilin, who meets this incomparable country boy in Yue Ye, and this uncommon ancient beast in the world, is like a scholar meeting a soldier, and has no deterrence at all.

"Black Qilin? Uh, the old man is very good at getting his name."

The extraordinary round eyes swayed up and down, and said in a cute manner.

"The Supreme Lord has been overrepresented."

The old man in black, Black Qilin, responded to the extraordinary praise without hesitation and said with a smile.

"It's good, it's bad. The old man was a little stubborn when answering this question."

Bufan still changed his mind and looked impatient.

"Well, what the Supreme Master said is very true. But the right and wrong in this world have their own opinions on whether it is good or bad?"

The old man in black, Black Qilin stroked his long beard with his hand and said tepidly. Bufan went straight to the point and said, "Can we leave?"

"Can……"

The old man in black, Black Qilin coughed lightly and said slowly.

"Brother Ye, let's go."

Bufan reminded Yueye in his ear.

Yueye was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, said "yes", leaning over and trying to help Meng Zhize lying on the ground.

"Cyan people?"

The old man in black, Black Qilin, glanced at Meng Zhize and suddenly asked casually.

Yue Ye was stunned by half of his body, and looked up at the old man in black, Hei Qilin, nodded and responded: "This place is my country of Chiang, so I am naturally from Chiang."

"Just retreated from Fenglang City in the northwest border?"

The black-clothed old man Black Qilin's eyes fell on Meng Zhize, and his tone instantly slowed down.

"The old senior is amazing."

Yue Ye answered while grabbing Meng Zhize's hand, and did not forget to flatter Black Qilin.

"Slow down."

The old man in black, Black Qilin suddenly shouted, and a sharp aura instantly enveloped Yue Ye.

"Old senior..."

Yue Ye just said these three words, and suddenly saw the cold and invisible face of the old man in black, Black Qilin, who was really shocked and dared not say another word.

"Since you know too much, then go back to heaven! Besides, the unscrupulous guy in my family insists on practicing the Earth Warriors, but because of his natural physical condition, he is trying to find an orange or red beast spirit pill to reshape his physique. Since he encounters it, it's no wonder that I, the Black Kirin,"

The black Qilin, the old man in black, suddenly had a gaze like a torch, and a strong wind broke out in an instant.

The next second, a simple magic gesture at the fingertips of the Black Kirin, and a lightning bolt as thick as a bowl of lightning appeared in the sky.

The lightning shone brightly on the earth very clearly, and the huge thunder kept slashing towards Yue Ye and Bufan.

"Thunder-induced Technique."

As soon as Bufan said these three words, the giant thunder had already struck in front of him.

Seeing Yue Ye and Bufan were about to be crushed into powder by the huge lightning, they would turn into ashes when they breathed. Fear and panic made them stand on the spot, silently waiting for the arrival of the god of death.

...

Suddenly! A dazzling white light flashed out of thin air, and the burning light made Yue Ye unable to open his eyes.

Bang……

With a loud bang, Yue Ye didn't feel any pain all over his body, as if nothing had happened just now, everything was like a phantom.

"Turn...thunder...sense?"

Immediately afterwards, the black qilin's ears sounded in the ears of Yue Ye.

The Thunder Strike Art is the most peak existence in the legend. However, legend has always been there for hundreds of years. However, legend is a legend after all, but no one has brought this legend into substantial touch and visible.

The Black Kirin is already the peak of the famous magician in the Demon-killing Continent. However, even though the genius Black Kirin has been comprehending and practicing all his life, his magic cultivation has broken through the advanced level and entered the category of top magicians, but he has been frozen at the level of "thunder-induced technique" from beginning to end.

To cultivate the "Thunder Recruiting Art" that is two levels higher than the "Thunder Recruiting Art", the thunder magic technique of this level must break through the top-level high-level magic cultivation.

And such a top-level and advanced magical powerhouse is unprecedented.

Yue Ye opened his eyes almost at the same time as Bufan.

The moment they opened their eyes, Yue Ye and Bufan were both shocked. There was a burly black masked man in front of them at some point.

"Your Excellency is a wise man, and you are worthy of being a top-level beginner magician."

The masked man in black stared at the black Qilin and said lightly with a slight movement of the corners of his mouth.

"Top high-level magician? The legendary peerless overlord?"

The black Qilin, who had always been cold and arrogant, had a look of horror and fear on his face at this moment. He finished speaking to himself very slowly.

The black Qilin's eyes immediately showed an incredible feeling, and his eyes slowly condensed into the mysterious masked man in black in front of him, and said nervously: "The top-level high-level magic cultivation... The peerless powerful sage like the Lord of the Demon-killing Continent is hard to find a fairy fate even if he has his whole life.

I am willing to ask the Lord for advice, but I don’t know what the Lord calls him?”

"Although your cultivation is extraordinary, he is very long-winded..."

The masked man in black exuded a chilling deterrent force all over his body, and a pair of bright and cold eyes were exposed outside the veil. The black Qilin only looked at the masked man in black and trembled his heart.

“…”

The Black Qilin wanted to speak but stopped. In front of the absolutely powerful, the Black Qilin fell into an extremely embarrassing situation. At this moment, he was not going to retreat, and he could never move forward.

The black qilin, who was once powerful and powerful, had to lose face at this time, and Mu stood there in a dilemma.

"It's okay to tell you, I am Yifan of Jianyuan Pavilion." The masked man in black suddenly smiled mysteriously, coughed twice and continued, "Hehe... Jianyuan Pavilion, uh! I'm afraid you have never heard of it, right?"

"Sword Yuan Pavilion..." Hei Qilin murmured repeatedly. After a while of thought, he still firmly believed that he had never heard of such a mysterious organization on the Demon-killing Continent.

He shook his head at the masked man in black, confirming that he had never heard of everything about "Sword Yuan Pavilion".
Chapter completed!