Chapter 895 (1/2)

However, after waiting for half a day, the mysterious figure suspected of the Lord of Luomen did not answer himself. Chen Ziyang, who had been soaked in cold sweat on his back, gritted his teeth and said, ”master, I will not reveal a word about today's affairs. If I break the oath, my body and spirit will be destroyed!”

As soon as he said this, the mysterious masked man with flowing clothes said with a sneer: ”Chen Ziyang, you know more about current affairs than your master.”

This time, it was Chen Ziyang's turn to be shocked. ”Do you know the younger generation?”

Chen Ziyang, who set off a huge wave in his heart, was so shocked that he almost couldn't breathe. He even knew himself!

Although the Tianshi Taoism of Longhu Mountain is the leader of Chinese Taoism and the master of Chinese Dharma cultivation, the martial arts and Taoist techniques are all in decline and decline, and they rely on the Taoist immortal.

What the world knows is only the sixty fourth generation leader of the Heavenly Master's way.

Although Chen Ziyang, as a disciple of daoxuan immortal, is also famous in the art circle, his heart is clear. In the eyes of these old monsters, he is absolutely not even a mole ant, and can not enter their eyes.

But this mysterious man covered with ice sculpture mask knows himself!

His real identity is very likely to be a Chinese warrior!

The masked man didn't answer Chen Ziyang's question. Instead, he was very interested in looking at the disciple of Tianshi Taoism. He seemed to find something interesting in him. He said: ”the descendant of Tianshi Taoism is practicing evil skills, tut tut. Boy, if Chen daoxuan knows about this, will he kill you and clean up the door? ”

Chen Ziyang was shocked. He knew his master's temper well. If Chen daoxuan knew that he was practicing the formula of swallowing the Dharma and seizing the yuan, he would not say that he would abandon his accomplishments, even if he killed himself!

Immediately, he repeatedly kowtowed and begged for mercy: ”thank you, master! Spare my life! If Meng Ran's opponents are not in the hands of the evil generation, they will not be dead in the hands of the younger generation! ”

”I don't like it! I'm really not reconciled to it! ”

High up, like a god like mask man, just cold looking at Chen Ziyang, just like watching a mole ant's ridiculous struggle.