Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

Seeing her keen interest, the old man immediately raised his chin with a look of pride on his face. Haha, now you finally understand how powerful he is.

Yu Zhao rubbed his aching head and called the Jinghong Knife to his side. He also had the same smile on his face and had made preparations early on. "Senior, do you have anything to give me?"

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The guess was quite accurate, he predicted him directly.

The old man straightened his tattered clothes, and the smile on his face gradually faded. "The girl's brain is quite quick, but you said it directly, which is not pleasing."

Yu Zhao made his decision in an instant. He pretended to stand up and walk out, intending to provoke the other party. "Then I'll leave?"

"There are people waiting for me outside. Goodbye, senior. Oh no, you are trapped here and will never see each other again."

The "cushion" at her feet quickly pulled her back. The old man shook his head hastily, the chain creaking as he waved his arms at her, "No, no, no, come back quickly!!!"

It's not easy to wait for a sword cultivator and a sword that I like. Usually, people either dislike the sword cultivator or the sword. It's rare to like both.

Although he knew that she was using provocation, it was still effective if he didn't say anything, so he could only give in first.

He then pulled out a token from his storage bag and casually tossed it to Yu Zhao, saying in a serious tone, "This is the leader's token of the Border Cold Wind Sect. You can give it to the deputy leader."

Yu Zhao looked down at the token in his palm. It was palm-sized, pure black, like a piece of black jade, carved with frost flowers and winter plum blossoms, the patterns delicate and radiating a hint of coolness.

Giving something as a gift is pretty easy.

Then the old man threw another stone, which was forked like the previous one. This time Yu Zhao was prepared, but was still hit. The front stone was flying slower, so she wanted to dodge first, but the back stone was also flying at the same speed, and it actually accelerated halfway.

The same stone split into two halves, and a slightly smaller stone hit the center of the target with a "pop". Yu Zhao covered his forehead on the other side and fell into deep thought.

"Have you figured out anything?" The old man looked at her leisurely and said calmly.

Yu Zhao: "It's hard to guard against, it's too dark."

To be honest, the old bitch's tricks are quite useful when people don't know his moves. Even if she knows his moves, she still can't avoid them because they are ever-changing and difficult to dodge.

What concerned her most was how to transform the Jinghong Blade into this form. A single blade couldn't possibly be split so many times. Either he could use a large amount of spiritual energy to create a duplicate, like other cultivators, or he could directly perform a Phantom Kill. However, both moves were completely different from the one the senior had just used.

The old man sat up straighter, raised his hand and pulled Yu Zhao over directly. The closer he was, the better he could observe him.

He then demonstrated it a few more times, but Yu Zhao was still confused. The old man stroked his cheek, feeling a little overwhelmed. "Are you a pig? You can't even learn this. I don't have much time left."

"If you keep on dragging your feet, I can't do anything about it. I'm just a remnant soul now."

He's about to fall apart.

The old man said hurriedly, "The trick to the split attack is that you and the object in your hand must become one."

Hearing this, Yu Zhao felt a bit overwhelmed, because in this situation, becoming one was the realm that many cultivators and magical instruments dreamed of. He didn't expect that the old man in front of him and a piece of stone could resonate with each other.

"Young people today are just not as good as the previous generation. Back then, people learned things very quickly."

The old man pouted. It took him three days to learn it despite his extraordinary talent. Although it was a bit difficult now, there was nothing he could do. This was the only good thing that his remnant soul could come up with.

Yu Zhao could only watch silently as the old man continued to demonstrate. Finally, he created an illusion for the Jinghong Sword and launched a split attack.

The blade was sharp, and it attacked like a spirit snake. The blade shadow cut through the air, and the Jinghong Sword rang continuously. With a "bang", gravel fell to the ground, filling most of the space in front of him. A piece of gravel passed through the old man's transparent body, and the old man fell silent.

Never mind, this can be considered a success.

The result is good. You will learn it slowly in the future. Children still need time to grow up.

Weighing the token in his hand, Yu Zhao raised an eyebrow and asked, "Senior, aren't you afraid that I'll take the token and run away to sell it for money, or blackmail your sect?"

As if he had thought of something, the old man's eyes were complicated and he said something meaningfully, "If you dare, you can do it this way."

If you dare to do it one second, you will be beaten into talisman paper by those idiots from the Hanfeng Sect the next second.

That group of people only recognize the sect leader's token, not people. But if you come from an illegal background and get caught, you will be in trouble. Even if he doesn't trust a stranger he just met once, he trusts his descendants very much.

Seeing the smile on his face, Yu Zhao guessed that he must have a backup plan. It happened that she was not interested in his sect and had no intention of usurping his power. After all, it was too much trouble to maintain a sect. If one wanted to endure it, a free deputy sect leader would be enough.

Yu Zhao's thoughts returned. He glanced at the old man's bald head and shuddered. He became more determined and said seriously, "Don't worry, senior. I'm not interested in being bald."

"Baldy?" The old man almost choked and pointed at Yu Zhao without saying a word.

"I wasn't like this when I was young!!!" His face twitched uncontrollably, as if he wanted to prove that he wasn't bald before. He frantically searched for the photo stone in his storage bag, "Let me show you what I looked like before. I was so handsome!!!"

"Although I may not be as handsome as the sword-wielding pretty boy out there, my looks were number one among the monster hunters at the time, and I've been ranked number one on the border's handsome list for ten consecutive years."

Finally, the old man took out a photo stone and showed Yu Zhao his handsome face when he was young. He was young and handsome once.

The young man sat in the courtyard, flower petals swaying in the wind, his long eyebrows reaching his temples, his eyes like stars, which seemed to contain dark blue lake water, his face was arrogant and unrestrained. He stood in the crowd and drank freely, the curve of his mouth never lowered.

Looking at him so high-spirited, the old man's eyes were a little sour. Now he... is nothing.

People must always be responsible for their own actions, and the dispersion of their souls and bodies is their punishment.

A tear finally fell from the old man's aged face, which sank into the mud and became blurred. His soul slowly dissipated, starting from his legs. He turned his head and stretched out his hand to the white mink beside him.

"noob."

The white mink dived into his arms and dissipated with him. Its tiny fur turned into a few scattered lights and dissipated into the sky.

"My Xiaobai, you have suffered by following me." The old man sighed.

The white mink squeaked, but didn't seem to blame him.

It is quite happy that it can accompany him for such a long time. As his spiritual pet, it will not let its master stay here alone.

Yu Zhao pursed his lips and looked at the light rain in front of him until they completely disappeared from his sight.