Uchiha Madara pushes the heavens

Chapter 215 The Sloppy Old Man Who Seeds the World
He seemed to feel that Ren Dongsheng was not easy to mess with, so he picked this old man who looked out of shape and had a sloppy image.

"Yo! Young man, you are a little bit floating! Let me tell you, when I didn't know the other horses who cut down three consecutive generations of the holy sons of your Eternal Holy Sect, you were not born yet.

Well!If I remember correctly, now, two of the three wastes are all golden bodies.

Didn't they tell you the name of the veteran? "

The sloppy old man thought about it.

"That's right, this is the glory of their lives, how could they tell future generations so easily?

By the way, the last young man like you who thinks he is good enough to challenge the old man, the grave is almost... so tall! "

The sloppy old man gestured while talking, and his description was so vivid that it made people feel as if such a thing really happened.

Ren Dongsheng laughed loudly, pointing at the young man with a flushed face.

"That's right, I don't ask around when I go out, who is in charge in all the heavens and worlds!"

The strong men of the Qingluan God Clan stroked their foreheads with their hands, all of them looked extremely speechless.

"Elder, do you want the two clansmen to drag these two big trolls back and shut up?"

A Qingluan couldn't stand it any longer, stepped forward, and whispered in the ear of the leader of the Qingluan God Clan.

The person in charge of the Qingluan God Clan is a silver-bodied female Qingluan named Xiaoqing. When she was young, she had a deep relationship with the sloppy old man, and she still knew the sloppy old man.

"No, you don't know this guy well, if you don't let him scold you, you will be nagging non-stop and annoying after you go back.

Anyway, there are only three people left in the Eternal Holy Sect, and my Qingluan God Clan can completely crush the other party. "

"This... ok!"

……

"What is a handle?"

The young man of the Eternal Holy Sect looked puzzled, not knowing what the other party meant.

Ren Dongsheng smiled.

"You come out to mess around, and you don't even know what it means to handle it?"

"Then tell me, what do you mean?"

Ren Dongsheng cleared his throat and was about to speak out. However, after everyone waited for a long time, he didn't hold back a word.

Ren Dongsheng's face flushed slightly, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten the meaning of this word.

"Uh... old man! What do you mean by this... carrying the handle?"

He covered his face with one palm, put his head into the sloppy old man's ear, and asked quietly.

Seeing this, everyone almost fell to the ground. This young man in white robe was so aggressive that people couldn't help but want to beat him up.

Especially the young man who asked the question, his whole body trembling with anger, he felt that these two people came to tear him down on purpose.

The old man looked contemptuous.

"Brother means boss, how many times have I taught you."

Ren Dongsheng slapped his forehead.

"Oh! That's right, carrying the handle means the boss."

"You...you...you grandstanding brat!"

The young man of the Eternal Saint almost vomited blood.

"Huh? This sloppy old man...why does it look familiar to me?"

The person in charge of a rich family tilted his head and recalled carefully.

"If you say so, I seem to have seen him too."

The person in charge of another big clan said to himself with some hesitation.

When everyone heard the words, they all carefully looked at this ordinary-looking, slovenly, rascally old man.

To be familiar with the silver body elders of several big clans is definitely not a simple identity.

The sloppy old man had good ears, and when he heard these guys talking about him, he panicked a little.

Xiao Qing, the leader of the Qingluan God Clan, also changed his face slightly.

"Oops, this old man did evil everywhere when he was young. I thought that it had been so long that others would have forgotten it. I didn't expect that someone would still remember it."

"Hey! Everyone, listen to me! Heroes don't matter where they come from.

Old man, I did good deeds everywhere back then, and gained a lot of fans. I was so popular.

But now, I have retired and just want to be an ordinary old man, can you stop worshiping me. "

He burst into tears, his voice was hoarse, like an old man in his dying years.

However, the people present were all good people, no matter how hard he performed, no one would believe him.

The person in charge of the big family who thought his face was familiar gradually had an outline in his mind.

A slightly handsome young man with a wretched smile appeared in his mind, and gradually merged with the scruffy old man in his eyes.

"It's...it's you!?"

He screamed out, his face was extremely shocked, and there was a hint of anger.

A trace of panic flashed in the sloppy old man's eyes.He pressed his hand.

"Calm down! Little brother! I know I used to be famous, but that's in the past. As my fans, don't be too obsessed with me, okay?"

The facial features of the person in charge of the big family were almost distorted, and his whole body was trembling as he pointed at him.

"you you……"

"What are you? Sigh! Although Brother is no longer in Jianghu, there is a legend about Brother in Jianghu!
well!My damn charm! "

The sloppy old man shook his head helplessly.

Although everyone didn't know what he had done to make the elder of that big clan so angry, just this appearance of being beaten was enough to arouse public anger.

"This...this old man, why do I want to beat him up for no reason? I don't even want Kunpeng Fa anymore, I just want to beat him for a quarter of an hour." A young and energetic boy said bluntly.

"He! It's the one in the legend - picking flowers everywhere in the heavens and myriad worlds, but all the big clans and big sects with some influence have had their ancestral tombs visited by this person..."

The elder of the great clan who recognized the sloppy old man first shouted loudly.

"What? Is he the one..."

"That's right! It's him, the notorious flower picker, tomb robber, and ruthless king of mouth—Keyboard Man!"

The elders of the great clan were hoarse, and their tone was extremely angry. Presumably, the ancestral graves of their clan should have been patronized.

"Wh...what? The king of mouth who is black and famous in all worlds—Keyboard Man?"

"It's him?"

The monks were astonished.

They all recognized the identity of the sloppy old man.

However, most of the people who can recognize the identity of this sloppy old man are the elders and persons in charge of the clan. Their original cultivation bases are all at the silver level, and they have heard rumors about the keyboard man.

The young people on their side have question marks on their faces, and they don't know the legends of the older generation.

"Elder... What is the title of Keyboard Man? Why does it sound weird?"

A white-haired old man looked at his descendants who were full of doubts, and said earnestly, "Son, no one knows the meaning of this title, but his behavior is clearly remembered by the older generation."

"Behavior?"

"Well, back then, he committed countless crimes and caused huge waves in the heavens and myriad worlds.

With a glib tongue and a passable face, he seduces saints from big clans, granddaughters of powerful elders, great-granddaughters, etc., and in the name of sowing the world, Hateful. "

(End of this chapter)