"Eh, is this?" The old tile head sitting at the gate of Lucun hall stood up. He is old, but he hasn''t spent his eyes yet. Chasing the light behind Lu Ping, he could not only see that it was a figure, but also the clothes that the man was wearing, and he could also recognize the light like figure.


    After a hundred years of cultivation, old watou has really seen everything, but he has never seen the people of Nantian college chasing and killing the people of Beidou college on Tianji peak.


    "Old tile head, call people!"


    When Lu Ping held it in his hand, sun Songzhao, who was half unconscious, finally insisted to this moment, cheered up and shouted. At this time, she could not even exert a little soul power, and her voice was just issued with her voice.


    "It''s the first apprentice elder martial sister." The old tile head held his waist with one hand and moved forward two steps. It seemed that the instructions given to sun Songzhao were a little slow. The light and shadow of Qin Yue had rushed behind Lu Ping in an instant.


    Just a few steps away!


    Although sun Songzhao had no soul power, she also felt the fierce soul pressure behind her, and her wound even burst into bleeding. She''s a little desperate. The old tile head is really too slow. Careless! The main gate of Lucun hall should not be so careless.


    Who would have thought that Lao Wa''s head trembled and swayed again, and suddenly disappeared.


    When!


    A sound of metal attack came from Lu Ping, followed by the hoarse voice of the old tile head: "shout first, I''m afraid it''s too late?"


    "Old tile head?" Sun Songzhao was surprised. As the first disciple of Tianji peak, she never knew that old watou had such skill. Since she entered Beidou college and entered Tianji peak, Lao watou has been the concierge of Lucun hall. People from each peak and each hospital go in and out with one eye open and one eye closed all day. He looked so old and weak. Although sun Songzhao was not rude, he never thought that the old tile head still maintained such combat effectiveness. Sun Songzhao was shocked that he could stop Qin Yue''s attack.


    But it was just a blow.


    After the brittle sound of the metal attack, there was a loud bang, and the soul force shook and spread. Lao watou blocked the attack, but then he collapsed and rolled aside by the fierce soul force contained in the attack.


    Qin Yue took a step forward and chased Lu Ping. He had no worries about it.


    "Sand shield!" The old tile head that rolled to the ground patted the ground with one hand and drank lightly. Suddenly, a yellow sand turned up from the ground between Lu Ping and Qin Yue, which crushed the cold light of Qin Yue''s blow.


    "Cough, old watou''s body is useless, but he still has eyes." The old tile head said while coughing.


    This two successive obstacles, the distance between Lu Ping and Qin Yue suddenly opened a section, and sun Songzhao also shouted "come here" in this Kung Fu.


    It is useless to use the spirit of sound to send out the sound accurately, but the practitioners'' hearing is so sharp that such a shout outside the courtyard is enough for them.


    Two Tianji disciples rushed out of the gate of Lucun hall in the blink of an eye. Seeing this formation, they rushed forward without asking.


    "The doll retreats." The old tile head quickly made a voice to stop it, but where would the two young disciples take the old tile head''s words to heart? They wantonly released their soul power, but Qin Yue had rushed to them more actively.


    "Ah?"


    The two men, who had completely underestimated the speed of Qin Yue, only came and left two stunned faces, which had been passed through by Qin Yue and fell down.


    "Alas." The old tile head sighed. He saw more life and death, and the two lives would not move him. But the death could have been avoided, and the white sacrifice made him sigh.


    Immediately after, someone rushed out of the yard. Seeing the two fallen people and the fierce pursuit of Qin Yue, they also rushed forward without asking.


    "Still coming?" The old tile head is helpless. Nantian disciple, Qin family blood, such a level of opponent, can''t be dealt with by anyone. Although Lucun hall is an important place, there are Tianji peak elites. But the elite mainly protect the innermost vault. Even if they hear the cry of the first disciple, they will not leave their posts without permission. Those who came quickly were not the top students. They lined up to collide with Qin and Yue. They could only be killed.


    Just the students who rushed out didn''t listen to the old tile head''s words, but this time, sun Songzhao, who was carried by Lu Ping, finally spoke.


    "Listen to the old tile head." Sun shouts.


    "Elder martial sister?" Just about to rush to Qin and Yue, they were stunned when they heard the sound. Lao watou coughed and said, "elder martial sister Hu, go in."


    Go in? Who will stop this man?


    They were inexplicable in their hearts. They were fixed in place for a time. Qin Yue saw that they would catch up again. The old tile head who had just spoken finally used a new means.


    "Sand swirl!" The old tile head pressed his two palms to the ground this time. As soon as he changed his left and right palms, Qin Yue, who came straight after him, felt that he had just stepped on this step. His body suddenly sank down. There had been yellow sand around him, and he was about to swallow him.


    The two men suddenly looked silly. From top to bottom of Tianji peak, no one has ever taken Lao watou seriously. Who would have thought that he would have this means.


    The old tile head did not look at them, waved his palms, controlled the power of the soul, and said in a voice, "it''s not good. Go quickly."


    "Ah? Yes... "The two disciples reacted. Lu Ping had already carried them into the gate of Lucun hall. The Tianji disciple who came later was also rushing to the door. Lu Ping, who was carrying one person in one hand, was shocked. Fortunately, sun Songzhao quickly confessed.


    "Put the Tianji arrow. Listen to the old tile head. "


    After two words, sun Songzhao finally reached the limit and completely fainted. Although I don''t know what the two instructions left behind are, they are always easy to implement.


    A light gathered by the power of soul has been sent to the sky in the twinkling of an eye. Two Tianji disciples came up and took sun Songzhao and sun Yingsheng from Lu Ping.


    "Send them into the inner yard." It seemed that the leader among the people rushed out of the hospital after giving an explanation. They have already sensed the surging and fierce soul power outside the hospital.


    As soon as he was discharged from the hospital, he saw a sand pupa surrounded by yellow sand. Before he could figure out what it was, several cold lights had burst out from the sand. When did Qin Yue jump out of the powder cut by the sand pupa, and his body shape flashed a distance from here. He took a look at the old tile head, and then saw the Tianji arrow flying to the sky. This time, he couldn''t stop it any more. Seeing that sun Songzhao was also escorted into Lucun hall, tianjifeng disciples also gathered.


    "There''s no way." Qin Yue shook his head and took another step back. It seemed that he was going to retreat. The disciple of Tianji peak would not let him go so easily. He was about to move forward, but Lao Wa''s head made a horizontal gesture: "don''t move."


    "What?" Everyone was stunned, but remembering sun''s explanation, they immediately stopped and looked at the old tile head with wonder.


    Qin Yue stretched out his hand to his back and took something from behind. It was bright in front of him. It was against the light. Qin Yue took out a mirror at this time.


    I''ve seen the old tile head with strong winds and waves. At this time, I can''t help but change my look.


    "Tianluo mirror!" The old tile head blurted out.


    Qin Yue couldn''t help but carefully looked at the old watou''s eyes and said sincerely: "I admire it."


    "I don''t dare. I''ve seen more things when I''m old." Said the old tile head.


    Although other tianjifeng students couldn''t recognize the mirror at a glance like old watou, they couldn''t help turning pale when they heard the name called by old watou.


    They don''t recognize it, but they''ve all heard the name.


    Tianluo mirror, one of the four magic soldiers of Nantian University.