Old Song was immediately happy.

Look, this kid is really well-behaved!

He knows me!

He nodded indifferently: "To be precise, he is from the entire system and the peak field, Grandmaster Fu Zhuan!"

Bai Muye continued to bleed the Black Ghost and said, "But I don't seem to agree to enter Feida yet, right?"

What does a bad boy mean? I am a master of quasi-god-level talismans in the peak field, all the systems, and it’s fine if you don’t look back, but your tone is still so dull. What about your amazement? Praise? Don’t you envy?

Old Song was so angry that if someone else had no time to chat with a little kid.

The problem is-

"How can you enter Feida?" Old Song said with a bald voice and suddenly felt a little regretful. Are you a little too proactive?

"Unless, you can tell me what happened just now," Bai Muye took one bottle after another. The unlucky black ghost would not die for a while, and even his wailing voice became very weak.

"Why do you want to tell me?" Old Song curled his lips, was arrogant, and finally regained a trace of the face of the peak master.

Bai Muye said without looking back: "Oh."

"What?" He didn't know.

"If you don't talk about it, I will understand it sooner or later." Bai Muye continued to work and said lightly.

Oops hey?

I even took Joe, right?

Do you think I can’t survive without you as an apprentice?

Old Song glared at his eyes, looking angry.

As a result, Xiaobai was busy over there and didn't even look back.

Little bastard!

Old Song couldn't help but curse in his heart, then walked over and watched Bai Muye bleed skillfully, and said, "The blood of the black ghost is just that effective, just sloppy. It's a bit reluctant to use as a master-level curse talisman. What's the use of you to take so many? Is it blood tofu? If you are my student, I can take you to hunt down the Black Ghost King! That kind of blood is what is used to make curse talismans."

Bai Muye kept moving his hands and said, "I am only a high-level talisman master now, why do you need such high-level materials?"

"Young people always have to have some ideals, right? Besides, you can sell it for money! Which talisman master will think he has more money?"

Old Song squatted not far behind Bai Muye, escaped a box of wrinkled cigarettes, pulled out one from it, then touched his pocket, frowned, patted left and right, and finally confirmed that he had just come out too hasty and forgot to bring fire, so he looked at Bai Muye and said, "Little guy, do you have any fire-type talismans?"

Bai Muye stopped what he was doing, turned his head speechlessly and looked at the old man with white hair: "Don't you?"

"Mine is too high-end, it's shameful to waste." Old Song laughed.

Bai Muye suddenly looked speechless and glanced at the cigarette box on Lao Song's hand: I won't waste my feelings, right? This kind of cigarette is almost enough for you to smoke for the rest of your life!

He was complaining in his heart, but he took out a primary fireball talisman and threw it to the old man.

Old Song took the talisman, took a casual look, and then his expression became solemn.

After looking carefully for a long time, I planned to put away the talisman with a serious look on my face.

Bai Muye finally turned around and said, "What are you doing?"

Old Song held the unlit cigarette in his mouth and looked at Bai Muye and said, "Your technique of drawing talismans and talismans... is a bit unusual."

Bai Muye said angrily: "I light a cigarette for you, what are you going to put it away?"

"Hey, this technique is quite special. When I go back to study, I am your future teacher, but not now. There must be my teacher when I walk in three people. In some places, you can also be my teacher!" Old Song said with a smile.

Damn, the old guy is so shameless?

You are a great master!

It's the peak level!

I remember that Grandmaster Peng and Grandmaster Kong said that this was a person who had the hope of entering the divine realm.

that's all?

Where is moral integrity?

So Bai Muye activated the talisman.

Bang!

The talisman turned into a fireball.

Very hot.

"I..." Old Song was in a hurry and threw the talisman out.

The fireball disappeared quickly.

The cigarette was not lit.

"You little thing!"

Bai Muye glanced at him and turned his head back.

Old Song was so angry that he stared at him for a long time with his beard blowing, but he didn't leave.

Bai Muye finally received enough of the Black Ghost's blood, glanced at the Black Ghost who could not survive, and muttered: "Enjoy the rest of the time, there is not much fresh air you can breathe."

Turn around and walk towards a master-level tiger king corpse.

This thing is full of treasures!

He looked back at Old Song squatting there: "Do you want a tiger whip?"

Lao Song:???

For the great talisman career, Master Fu Zhuan, who has always been single, has felt that he had suffered 10,000 points of damage.

Bai Muye smiled and continued to collect materials, then asked casually: "Is the divine talisman master who just broke the magical power?"

"Why should I tell you?" Old Song was still angry.

Bai Muye was busy there, and this time he didn't even reply a word.

"Kid is a little knowledgeable, do you know what kind of talisman he uses?" Old Song changed his posture and squatted, looking at Bai Muye's back and said.

"Purification talisman, what other talisman can it be? But I didn't expect that the talisman drawn by the divine talisman master was so powerful that it could even purify the magical powers." Bai Muye said with admiration.

Old Song suddenly became interested: "That's the talisman of the divine talisman master, it's not me who brags to you..."

Shiraki interrupted him: "Can you do it?"

Old Song rolled his eyes: "Nonsense, if I want to do it, I'll do it long ago! He's a divine talisman master! One talisman destroys all things, and one talisman destroys magical powers! Do you understand?"

"So, why don't I just want to be a divine talisman master? You think so?" Bai Muye had already peeled off the tiger king's skin. The skin of this thing was really strong. It took him a lot of effort. He also had a little bit of a spirit warrior's foundation. In addition, the birthday gift dagger that I don't know which licked dog in my hand was sharp enough.

There is no sign on the dagger, but it seems to be no worse than the one produced by the Song family.

"Boy, what is you a talisman master? Will you take care of a little brat like you?" Old Song disdained.

"What's wrong with the divine talisman master? Didn't the divine talisman master grow up from a primary talisman master? He was born at the level of god?" Bai Muye even disdained.

"But you can't find that person, and they won't come to a place like Feixian. This time it happened just a coincidence. Just as I happened to catch up, I took a picture of a talisman from the depths of the universe and saved Guqin City and scared away the little mistress of the gods." Old Song said lightly with the unlit cigarette in his mouth.

"That divine talisman master...isn't we Feixian?"

"Of course not, where did Feixian come from the divine talisman master?"

Bai Muye was a little disappointed, thinking that it would be great if he was Feixian. If he wanted to become a disciple, it would be like this!

Old Song smiled, "But the person who is most likely to become a talisman master is in front of you!"

Bai Muye looked up at the distance.

There are only the mess after being ravaged by the dimensional creatures and their corpses. There are no people who may become talisman masters, nor are there poetry.

Old Song said angrily: "Behind!"

Bai Muye: "Isn't it over to just say that you are? But... it will take several hundred years?"

Old Song was furious: "You little brat, can you listen to your words?"

Bai Muye: "Then don't swear too hard."

Old Song curled his lips: "A little thing that is unsightly, I'm too lazy to see you."

While busy, Bai Muye asked again: "Is that god creature a god-level?"

"The god-level, if the god-level flying immortal is really troublesome! It's just a little mess. Relying on the power of magic weapons, I don't know how high the sky and earth want to come here to make trouble. If I didn't run fast, I would have given you a can of blood from the gods today!" Old Song said shamelessly.

Bai Muye was stunned for a moment, not caring about the old man's bragging again: "You said that god clan... is not a god-level creature? Then why is he so powerful?"

"He's a big deal without that piece of equipment! I can kill him eight times with just one talisman. But the magic weapon on him is really powerful, and it's probably a magic weapon. If he didn't have that thing, he would have been beaten to death long ago!"

When talking about the creatures of the gods, Old Song was a little resentful. He was about to take them down, but he finally ran away.

How great would it be if this could capture a creature of the gods with a magical weapon?

The worst thing is, it’s okay to die!

"That god clan has planned it, right?" Bai Muye asked again.
To be continued...