Chapter 1691 The two anti-hammer pillars beat the old sword, and the first-level Xianglong looks at the current situation

Relics of God.

Mr. Sang and the water ghost rested on the rocks, communicating in low voices, accompanying Cenqiaofu together.

Feng Tian Holy Emperor Feng Yu Jin was like an embroiderer. After getting the last piece of Mo Mo's soul fragment, he finally completed the stitching of his soul body.

He was "refining" the rebirth here. On the other side, Cao Erzhu had woken up at some point and was squatting, watching him seriously and painfully refining people.

"It feels very painful to reshape the body like this..."

Erzhu's muttering did not wait for Uncle Shenyi's response. The latter seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep and refused to make another sound since the war.

"Child, come here."

Sang Lao and Shui Gui beside the stone didn't know what they were talking about. They waved to Cao Erzhu from a distance.

"Yes, it's you!"

Cao Erzhu then put down the hand pointing at him, hesitated, got up and walked away.

Up to now, the people who can still stay in the ruins of God are all good friends of Brother Shou. There should be no outsiders?

Even though the old man wearing a straw hat looks unfriendly, the middle-aged man next to him is as cold as a viper.

"Everyone lives a very unique life..."

Cao Erzhu was very envious of his strong temperament that made people feel at a glance that he was just like his father, the person he wanted to be.

"Two seniors."

When they came to the stone, the two elders sat upright. Cao Erzhu was also very nervous.

The man wearing a straw hat should be an older person. He looks a few years older than his father. He is old enough to be his own grandfather.

It’s better to call me Water Ghost. He’s middle-aged and looks younger than Dad. Maybe I can call him a little more affectionate... Uncle?

"They are not seniors. They are all from the same era as your father. They are about the same age, but they have not won the tenth seat. They are just mediocre... Mr. Sang." The water ghost shook his head and laughed at himself, extending his hand first.

He introduced the old man next to him, then pointed at himself and said, "Call me water ghost."

A person of an era?

Cao Erzhu was shocked, "Well... no, you are too old!" He looked at the man wearing a straw hat.

He quickly realized the impoliteness and greeted each one very politely:

"Uncle Water Ghost."

"Uncle Sang."

Sang…old uncle…

Old Man Sang twitched the corner of his mouth and glared at the water ghost who was tilting his head and laughing muffledly, too lazy to pay attention to this cheater.

He looked at Cao Erzhu carefully, from head to toe, his eyes lingering on his thick arm muscles for a long time, and soon a smile appeared on his face:

"Are you from Cao's blacksmith shop?"

"OK."

Cao Erzhu nodded slowly, feeling that Sang Lao's smile was a bit catchy.

If you were unprepared and turned around to see this face, you would be so frightened that you would faint on the spot!

"Is he okay?" Mr. Sang asked.

he?

Cao Erzhu was stunned for a moment, then his mouth turned bitter and he said, "Dad, it seems that he is dead..."

Old Sang knew this, waved his hand and sneered:

"Cao Yihan doesn't like words. To put it bluntly, he just doesn't want to talk much. He hates farewells that may involve sensational parts."

"He hates the way other people cry with snot in their noses and tears in their eyes even more... Yes, you are like this right now."

Cao Erzhu wiped a handful of snot from his nose. He didn't shake it when he heard the sound, or let it hang on his fingers. He pulled the corner of his mouth and bared his big teeth and didn't dare to cry. He was so embarrassed.

This old man is a bit powerful.

He described his father's character so accurately that he looked more like his son than me.

"So what Uncle Sang means is that dad is not dead?" Cao Erzhu sniffed, grunted, and swallowed.

Shuigui Kuku was laughing again, his face was crooked, his laughter was a bit like that of Xu Xiaoshou, I don’t know where he learned it.

Mr. Sang himself couldn't help laughing, and waved his hand: "Speaking of which, I am indeed considered your senior, so you should call me senior."

"Oh, Senior Uncle Sang."

Uncle Sang's smile froze, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes trembled at a high speed, which could be trapped into mosquito dregs.

With a splash, the water ghost twitched and fell from the boulder, almost hitting the unconscious Cenchofu.

"Be careful, Senior Uncle Water Ghost!"

"Ha..." Inexplicably, Cao Erzhu heard the third laugh, which seemed to come from his own mind.

Mr. Sang gave up the struggle and said helplessly: "Your father is not dead, he must still be where he is and cannot get out, because Dao Qiongcang wants to trap him, and he is also happy to be trapped."

Cao Erzhu was anxious and choked up. He had many questions to ask, but he only has one mouth and cannot ask multiple questions at the same time.

For example, why does Dao Qiongcang want to trap his father? Isn’t he friends with Brother Xiao Shou?

For example, why is dad happy to be trapped? He is so strong, but he seems to be able to get out?

Also like why my father is not dead, but he insists on putting his head in a wine barrel and making such a big joke on himself...

"Don't ask, it's very complicated and I won't be able to explain it for a while. I didn't call you here to help you solve your doubts." Mr. Sang stopped the child.

Brother Shou's master is indeed very powerful...

Cao Erzhu had an unclear feeling about how powerful he was. He just felt that Brother Shou was so good because he must have been taught by Uncle Sang.

He said seriously: "Senior Uncle Sang, is there anything you need my help with?"

"Uncle Sang, get rid of it." Sang couldn't hold it in anymore, but he quickly got to the point and said, "You came out of the blacksmith shop, you should be able to make iron, right?"

"Yeah." Cao Erzhu nodded heavily. He is good at blacksmithing. It's not that he should be able to do it, but he is very good at it. He has this confidence.

"Can you practice the famous sword?"

"Of course... eh?"

Cao Erzhu was suddenly speechless.

What are you talking about? Does Brother Shou and Master also dance like this?

He is very good at blacksmithing, how come he is involved in being able to cultivate the famous sword? Can these be the same thing?

I can cook.

My dad can also cook.

Can I compare with my dad?

"Won't……"

"'No' means 'definitely not', or do you mean you don't know if you can?" Mr. Sang leaned forward, "Have you ever fought a famous sword? Children can't lie."

Cao Erzhu was confused by the question. He was faced with a sense of oppression. He scratched his head and his voice drifted:

"I don't make it..."

Mr. Sang said nothing.

He stretched out his hand to point to the open space in front of him, and with a mouthful of words, it was self-evident.

At this moment, Cao Erzhu inexplicably saw the shadow of his father in him.

No need to say more, just one word:

beat!

"beat?"

Cao Erzhu was afraid that he would misunderstand. After all, this happened too suddenly, and no neighbors came to visit the house. This was not a home where dad suddenly pretended to be warm. Why did he have to perform a show by himself?

The water ghost lay on the big rock and looked over curiously.

Mr. Sang smiled and said carefully: "I want to see what you are good at, little guy, can you show me your skills?"

For some reason, Cao Erzhu felt like his butt was set on fire, and the blood all over his body became warm.

Everyone else is standing straight, this is one of the few shows that can do well!

"Really?"

"What a beating."

"Right here?"

"Right here!"
To be continued...