Strongest Immortal Reborn In City

A suburb of Jinghua City, on Donghao mountain.

Yin Ping looked at the young man with gray hair and said with some regret, "can't you make up for the loss of Shou yuan?"

Sitting on the top of the mountain, the young man in white, with his back to him, said faintly, "of course, but I'm different from you. There are still a lot of Shouyuan that can be squandered. It's just that Shouyuan has been lost for decades. It's OK."

The master of Taiji, after hearing his words, couldn't help but sigh.

Although the words of the young man in white sounded a bit harsh, Yin Ping had to admit that compared with that generation, he had lived long enough. What could he be dissatisfied with?

"Now that you've recovered, why do you want to shut up here? I have to protect you? You certainly don't know, miss. She goes to the villa to look for you every day after school. It's just that you don't want to eat. I really don't know what's good about you. I'm so fascinated by my young lady. "

Yin Pingyue thinks it's worthless for his own young lady. What a good girl, how can she be so infatuated with this boy?

With his back to his young man in white, he heard Yin Qingxue's name. On his indifferent expression, a gentle smile gradually appeared.

Sitting on the ground, he slowly rose, revealing a white and ordinary young face. Who is not Meng ran?

Different from the serious injury on the 16th day of the first lunar month, Meng Ran is not only healed, but also seems to have increased his skill by a few points. It is only one step away from breaking through the second small state of Fenyuan state, and Huayuan period.

However, Meng ran a head of black hair, it is a disease-like gray, like premature aging in general, let people look distressed.

He gently raised his hand and saluted Yin in parallel, "Ping Lao, for more than ten days, I'd like to thank you for your protection."

"You boy, don't do this. You first talk about that guy. What can you do to make him recover?"

Yin Ping pointed to the sarcomatous monster trapped by the sword array on the cliff edge, and complained with a headache.

Meng ran also frowned and sighed, "I'm not sure I can make him recover, but I made him look like he is today. I will deal with this matter as soon as possible."

Yin Ping nodded and said nothing more.

On the outskirts of the city that day, when Meng ran let Yin Ping die of the sarcoma monster, Yin Ping almost turned over.

How can Yin Ping, the master of Taiji, tolerate such evil things as living in the world and harming others?

If Meng ran had not explained the cause and begged again and again, the sarcoma monster would have died.

Meng ran walks to Yin Ping's pavilion, pours a cup of fragrant tea and sips a few mouthfuls. Then he comes straight to the point and asks:

"Mr. Ping, may I ask you, have you ever seen or heard of a man wearing an ice sculpture mask in these years of seclusion in China

Originally comfortable chair sitting on the bench, Yin Ping's pupil suddenly shrinks, stares at Meng Ran's eyes, and says: "have you seen him?"

Meng ran shrugged his shoulders and said, "I have fought with him once. He was injured by me, and he should not be able to do his best in a short time."

Yin Pingmeng stood up on his straight bench and said in an unbelievable voice, "you I beg your pardon? You hurt him! "

"Well, it's not really a fight with him. It's just that one of his spirits was hurt."

Meng Ran's words are very calm, obviously did not realize that his quiet words brought Yin Ping how shocking!