Chapter 167 (1/2)

This is an old man with an unreal figure, a kind face, and an old man with deep blue hair like the ocean.

The long beard of the old man's chin was pulled to his chest and bound by a dark blue bead. There were not many wrinkles on his face. It was very ruddy and shiny. The simple blue cloth clothes did not look like the dress of this era. However, it made people feel natural to wear it on the old man, as if he should be dressed like this.

At this time, the old man's face was a little dark, looking at Ye Zhiqiu, he did not have a good way: ”little friend, what's the matter with me? I have not asked about the world for many years.”

When ye Zhiqiu saw that Poseidon's mind finally came out, he chuckled and waved, making a reclining chair beside him.

”Don't worry. Lie down and talk slowly.”

In the distance, Tang San and others, who are practicing treading water, are curious to see some illusory figures suddenly appearing beside Ye Zhiqiu. Some still want to come and have a look.

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes stare, and several people who want to come back to the beach and continue to practice treading water.

Looking at Tang San and others in the distance with great interest, the old man, like Ye Zhiqiu, lay down on the reclining chair and asked, ”what a strange training method of soul power control you have developed?”

Ye Zhiqiu Wei closed his eyes and said casually: ”this kind of small skill can make the sea god interested. I'm very honored.”

The old man looked at Ye Zhiqiu, stupefied and said with a bitter smile, ”I am not a sea god, but a wisp of divinity that he left before he became a God.”

”A wisp of divinity is enough, and you don't need to fight.” Ye Zhiqiu looked at the old man and said with a smile, ”I want to know something. Can you tell me the truth?”

”If I don't say it, will you say to bury my husband in the dungpit again?” Asked the old man, with a black face.

Ye Zhiqiu grinned at the corner of his mouth and gave a thumbs up. ”The elder is very aware...”

”let go of farts...” the old man looked at Ye Zhiqiu speechlessly, his teeth itching.

Ye Zhiqiu pondered for a moment and pondered: ”in fact, it's not a big deal. I just want to ask the elder whether they know where there are places where they can be inherited. Or more than 300000 years old

The old man frowned, looked up and down at Ye Zhiqiu, then stroked his beard and slowly opened his mouth. ”I really know a lot about the places where the gods are inherited. As for the spirits and beasts over 300000 years old, I know a little bit. But you're only 40 years old. Why are you asking this? ”

Ye Zhiqiu rolled his eyes and said speechless: ”looking for the soul beast is naturally killing the soul ring. As for the inheritance of the throne...” Ye Zhiqiu looked at Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing in the distance, and said in a low voice: ”nature is for them.”

The old man looked at Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing carefully, and then looked at Tang San Dai mubai and others. He shook his head, and there was a little disdain in his eyes.

”Talent can only be regarded as barely good, not into the top class. If you want to select the inheritors, you will never pick them. As for the beasts over 300000 years old, it's not that I look down on you. When you get to the title of Douluo, you don't have to fight. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he leaned against the wooden chair and closed his eyes. He found that he had swallowed Ye Zhiqiu and felt much more comfortable.

For the old man's words, ye Zhiqiu was not angry. Instead, he nodded with approval, ”I think it's appropriate to bury you in a cesspool.”