Old Mr. Miller towards Broken Peak Mountain outside a short peak, a few steps is gone, the hunched but awe-inspiring figure has disappeared in the pale night.
Broken Peak Mountain, Reno corner of the eye gaze slightly sunk, he noticed the departure of Old Mr. Miller, the corner of the eye glanced in the direction of Old Mr. Miller left, the depths of the eyes flashed a different shrewd.
Tantai’s face was thoughtful as he looked at the direction Old Mr. Miller left, and then looked at the dark sky covered by dark clouds, and vaguely felt a sense of impending storm.
Theo was talking to Konstantin, the holy master of Provadanski Holy Land, when Old Mr. Miller got up to leave, they both sensed it and immediately looked at each other, both saw a trace of seriousness in each other’s eyes.
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The spring breeze blows the wine awake, slightly cold, the mountain slanting light but welcome.
Old Mr. Miller felt that this verse is really in line with his current portrayal, except that the wind is not the spring breeze, but the summer breeze; oblique shine is not the landing sunset, but in the clouds between the half-obscured moonlight.
Old Mr. Miller’s style of action is generally straightforward and fastidious, for a person’s life, spontaneous a life. He believes that life must be happy, do not make the bottle empty to the moon.
So, he will get drunk today if he has wine.
For example, tonight, with Hyacinth, those youngsters together with the ground to drink, in his view is not lost a kind of pleasure in life.
As for the difference in status, in his eyes, it is just like bullshit.
If one holds oneself as Saint Master and puts oneself up high, like the Bodhisattva who is worshipped by people, what fun is there in living like this?
He was not such a person.
He doesn’t think a Saint Master has any greatness, nor does he look down on a mere mortal, so he can behead Saints alone, and can also drink with the youngsters he doesn’t know.
Life is, how happy how to come.
Just like now, since someone is intentionally targeted, with his temper, naturally will not hide, only directly to meet.
Old Mr. Miller brought on the body of the jug there are still half a jug of wine, originally wanted to hold back a little, and then drink later, but can not stop the wine addiction, immediately is a small sip.
At that moment, the mountain wind in the mountain was stronger.
The wind seems to carry a whimpering intention, seems to also be mixed with wisps if the magic.
Old Mr. Miller opened his mouth to exhale a mouthful of wine, pulling his voice and said: “Old Demon, you old thing hiding is finally willing to show up? Now that you’re here, why don’t you come out and meet me?”
“Lewis, this demon will come and go when he wants to, why hide?” In the darkness of the mountains, there was a strange laughter, and then the voice sounded again, “Lewis, you are held back by this devil to dare not leave your grandsons and disciples. The one called Jason, actually inspired Nine Suns Eucharist physique, really let this devil salivate a lot. These days, if it is not you secretly guard, this kid has long fallen into this devil’s human medicine.”
Old Mr. Miller smiled lightly and said, “Old Demon, you dare to touch a hair on Jason’s head. I was able to behead Saints forty years ago, and after forty years, I will not be able to flatten your Supremes Holy Land, so that your Supremes Holy Land chickens and dogs will not be left behind!
“Such a threat is useless to this demon. I have come to see how long you can protect those boys.” The voice full of demonic energy came again.
Old Mr. Miller’s eyes fiercely bloomed a ray of light, he seems to have locked the darkness of the figure’s breath, only to see his feet a flick, the whole person like a stream of light, with the speed of wind and lightning towards the right front of the mountain forest.
The speed has reached an extreme, the naked eye has seen his figure, there are only the residual shadow of the road.
A wisp of saintly breath from Old Mr. Miller’s body diffused, as if the earth and sky shaking like, in the underworld has a supreme power to add down, making Old Mr. Miller looked hunched old figure instantly as majestic as a mountain, giving a sense of the sky.
He rushed to come, has also begun to punch, a shot is Samsara Fist fist momentum, six different fist intent evolved out, fist intent in the reincarnation of the presentation, into six residual shadow section, towards the front of the suppression.
Such a terrifying saint-level pressure, so powerful fist suppression, a figure in front of the body was forced to appear, this is also an old man, can not see how old, boyish hair, full of white hair in the gale flying, really is like a devil in the world.
This is precisely Supremes Holy Land’s Old Demon!
Faced with the supreme fist of Old Mr. Miller, Old Demon opened his mouth and shouted angrily, and the demonic energy swept out from his body, while a saintly pressure that could suppress the heaven and earth also manifested, causing the heaven and earth to change color.
Old Demon instantly threw his fist, and unleashed the ultimate fist dao of Supremes Holy Land, Demonic Fist, which evolved into the strongest fist intent of all beings’ demonic phases and limitlessness.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the blink of an eye, Old Demon’s fist and Old Mr. Miller’s fist clashed in the void, and the saintly power contained in their fist exploded, sweeping around, causing the wind to rage, the sand to fly, and the trees to shake violently.
With one punch, Old Demon opened his mouth and grunted, and then…
Whoosh!
Old Demon toes a bit, with a lightning speed swept back, blinked out of sight.
Old Mr. Miller was about to chase, but he sensed something like that, turned his head to see a purple silhouette with a still charming face hurrying to come, and it was the Holy Lord of Purple Phoenix Holy Land.
“Are you all right?” Miss Mosele hurriedly asked after arriving.
Old Mr. Miller shook his head and said, “I’m fine, it’s just that the shrinking turtle has run away again.”
“Old Demon of Supremes?” asked Miss Mosele.
Old Mr. Miller nodded.
Just now he basically chased after him and most likely couldn’t catch up. It’s hard to go after a strong person like Old Demon when he’s really bent on escaping. During this period of time, Old Mr. Miller secretly fought with Old Demon several times, Old Demon did not meet the battle head-on, basically a face-to-face escape, which is also let Old Mr. Miller can do nothing.
“I didn’t expect this Old Demon from Supremes to show up again.” Miss Mosele said.
Old Mr. Miller lit a dry cigarette and took a puff, squinting his eyes in contemplation, not saying anything.
“What does this Old Demon want here tonight? To target you?” Miss Mosele asked.
“I’ve dealt with this Old Demon a few times over the years, and he’s so bored with trying to escape. I don’t know what he’s up to tonight, but with his shrinking-head nature, he won’t be able to make any waves.” Old Mr. Miller said in a light-hearted manner.
In fact, Old Mr. Miller did not tell Miss Mosele what he really thought.
In his opinion, Old Demon’s appearance here tonight and his punching is most likely a further test of his own strength.
After the test, the next time Old Demon reappears, it may be a battle of life and death.
Even, when the time comes, there is more than Old Demon alone.
Old Mr. Miller even if he guessed this point, he has no intention to leave Broken Peak Mountain.
Jason, Wolf Boy, Riley three still in the retreat Holy Lnad inside did not come out, he can leave to where?
He will not leave, and can not leave, he will tell the world here, tell the whole Hyacinth, he Lewis came, then always here, here alone against the herd!
“Since that Old Demon has escaped, let’s go back first.” Miss Mosele said.
Old Mr. Miller nodded, looked at the dark night, and said to himself, “It’s really stormy!”