The third eye opened, and the surrounding fog faded away as if the morning sun was shining through.
“Follow me!”
Yang Xian whispered something, then led the way and slowly moved forward.
It turned out that the fog made it impossible for them to determine their direction, causing them to keep circling in a small area and unable to get out.
Now that the fog has dissipated, they can naturally walk out without any effort.
Relaxing, Sun Xingzhe complained aloud, "Why didn't you use this ability earlier? It made us walk in there for so long!"
"Shut up, stupid monkey!"
Yang Xian led the way in front, cursing under his breath.
Ye Chen smiled slightly. These two guys would feel uncomfortable if they didn't quarrel for a minute. He was used to it now.
He just focused his attention on the outskirts of the village, where a familiar figure seemed to be standing.
The other person had a hunched body and was fanning himself with a broken palm-leaf fan.
"It's that old man!"
Sun Xingzhe put his hands on the awning and shouted after seeing the man clearly.
Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that this old man was indeed not simple, and he felt a different aura from this man.
That aura was different from any warrior he had encountered before, and there was a faint sense of transcendence.
But this feeling was quite vague, even he could only sense a hint of it, vaguely.
"Stand here for a while and see if anyone else can come out..."
The old man spoke slowly, his voice unquestionable.
"You little old man, how dare you play tricks on me, Old Sun? Tell us where Sanxian Town is!"
Sun Wukong scratched his head and asked, obviously quite dissatisfied with the old man's behavior of keeping him in suspense.
"Sun Wukong, stop talking!"
Yang Xian could see that the situation was unusual. He glanced at Ye Chen, who was calm, and scolded Sun Xingzhe.
In the current situation, it is naturally better not to be too aggressive. He cannot see through the old man's depth now.
From his feeling, the other party was just an ordinary person.
But Ye Chen didn't say anything, so he had no choice but to wait.
Not long.
Three people suddenly walked out of the fog again.
When everyone looked over, they saw the trio of two men and one woman that they had met before.
When these three people saw the old man and Ye Chen and the other two, they couldn't help but show expressions of surprise on their faces.
The short-haired young man following Li Xia said in a deep voice: "You old fool, you are working together with these three guys to trap us?
Don't you want to know who we are?"
Before Ye Chen and the others could speak, the old man said calmly, "Don't make any noise. Wait a moment. I have something to say."
"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you act so arrogantly in front of me?"
The short-haired young man was furious and strode towards the old man, Ye Chen and others.
"I'm asking you to be patient, understand?"
The old man fanned himself slowly with a palm-leaf fan and spoke with his eyes lowered.
"Will you go with me..."
The short-haired young man refused to listen and became even more furious. He raised his palm and slapped the old man again.
The power of the palm has almost reached the peak of the holy realm.
Not to mention ordinary people, even Yang Xian and Sun Xingzhe would have to deal with it well.
At this moment, the old man raised his hand slightly, and the tattered palm-leaf fan in his hand fell directly, seemingly lightly landing on the head of the short-haired young man.
The latter suddenly seemed to be bearing a force of billions of pounds, his legs instantly sank deeply into the ground, and his entire upper body was bent down by the thin, tattered cattail fan.
A handsome face fell heavily to the ground, and the squeeze deformed his face.
Amidst the shocked gazes of those around him, the old man said calmly, "I told you to be patient!"
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