The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

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Several people felt like they were approaching a wild world.

"It's really weird. There are restrictions everywhere here. How do these plants grow?"

Chen Xuan frowned and said to himself.

After approaching a certain distance again, Chen Xuan threw another stone in, and his face suddenly changed.

This time the stone was directly turned into powder.

There is a restriction ahead, this ancient road has come to an end!

Soon, he tried again a few times, and found that instead of the end, there was a turning ahead.

A few people explored more carefully towards the front. After smashing more than a dozen stones in a row to determine the direction, they saw more ruins along the way, and even white mist rose up ahead, which smelled indescribable. It feels like he wants to become a flying fairy.

"Which bastard has such great supernatural powers, can open a way out here?"

Long Gui's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he continued to whisper.

"My dear disciple, the person who opened the way here is not still inside, is it? If we go in and meet him coming out, wouldn't it be bad?"

Lin Tianhai suddenly expressed his thoughts, his expression changed.

Chen Xuan also suddenly realized.

That's right, it's fine if the other party is easy to talk to, but if it's hard to talk to, wouldn't they all be killed.

He stopped immediately, lost in thought.

"Chen Xuan, look quickly, there seems to be someone in front."

Suddenly, Zhao Ritian hurriedly pulled his shirt and pointed at Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan and a group of old demons were all startled and quickly looked over.

Directly ahead, a larger ruin appeared, with broken statues and broken stone pillars everywhere. A figure in a dilapidated Taoist uniform was sitting in front of an ancient well, resting.

There was also a pile of flames burning beside him, and a roast chicken that came from nowhere was stuck in a tree branch, and it was quietly roasting, and a shiny orange wine gourd was placed on one side.

Chen Xuan and a group of old devils looked at each other.

Could this be the one who opened up the path?

"Master, seniors, there may be danger ahead, you all go back first, I will meet him!"

Chen Xuan whispered.

"My dear disciple, you must be careful!"

"Brother Chen, be careful!"

The faces of the group of people all changed.

Chen Xuan nodded slightly, his eyes serious.

Zhao Ritian also remained surprisingly silent, stopped shouting and scolding, and was a little surprised.

When the group of old devils all retreated, Chen Xuan frowned slightly, and continued to walk forward cautiously. He tried his best to restrain his breath, step lightly, and put his palms into his sleeves, ready to take out the blood spirit flag at any time.

But his intuition told him that even if he used the Blood Spirit Banner, it wouldn't matter, because the opponent's ability to break through the restriction all the way to get here is enough to see his terrifying strength.

"Senior is really powerful, hehe, this junior admires him."

Before Chen Xuan walked in, he laughed lowly.

Reach out and don't hit the smiling person.

"Ok?"

The figure in Taoist robe frowned, turned around, looked at Chen Xuan, and said in surprise: "How did you get in? Did you come here along the road opened by the old Taoist?"

"It's just a fluke, it's just a fluke."

Chen Xuan laughed.

Both Long Gui and Zhao Ritian were curiously looking at the figure in Taoist robe.

This person has a clear face, gray hair and beard, and a Taoist robe that is extremely old, it looks like it hasn't been washed for many years.

"Boy, it is your ability to come in, but it will be difficult to go deeper. Come, have a drink?"

The priest seemed to be very generous, he casually threw the orange and yellow wine gourd to Chen Xuan, not caring about Chen Xuan following him.

Chen Xuan hesitated slightly, and finally unscrewed the cap and drank it.

He wasn't worried that the other party would poison him. Even if he dealt with him openly with the other party's strength, he probably wouldn't have any resistance, and there was no need to poison him.

Gumbling.

After two mouthfuls in a row, Chen Xuan let out a cheerful cry.

"Give me a bite too."

The dragon turtle opened its mouth.

"And I."

Zhao Ritian also hurriedly spoke.

Chen Xuan chuckled, looked at the Taoist priest with some embarrassment, ignored the two guys, and returned the wine gourd to the Taoist.

The Taoist looked surprised, turned his head, looked at Long Gui and Zhao Ritian, and said, "This is the ancient dragon tortoise and the one-horned swallowing dragon!"

Suddenly he frowned again, and said: "The old Taoist once heard that there is a junior named Chen Xuan who has a dragon turtle beside him, little brother, do you know Chen Xuan?"

Chen Xuan chuckled, and said, "The junior is Chen Xuan. Unexpectedly, the senior has heard of my reputation."

"You are Chen Xuan?"

The old man's eyelids twitched, he stood up by the well, looked at Chen Xuan, his eyes sparkled, and he said with a grin: "My boy, the old man can't find you everywhere, and you dare to send it to your door, see if I don't take it You smashed into eight petals!"

call!

He rushed over directly.

Chen Xuan's face changed, obviously he didn't expect that the old man would turn his face when he said he would turn his back on him. He turned around and ran, but his speed was much worse than that of the old man.

As soon as he turned around, the old man grabbed the back of his neck and fell directly to the ground. Then he slapped his rear wheel hard, and slapped him hard on the buttocks.