Chapter 224: Rare Enemy

At this time, the white-haired old man on the side walked to the side of Wu Feng, hehehe laughed:Young man, since you go not out, then stay to the old man as a companion, the old man himself in this cave stayed in this for many years, lonely na, nothing to do when we talk about the day, is not it not happy?"

Wu Feng suddenly raised his head, looked at the white-haired old man and asked expressionlessly, "Old man, what exactly are you? Why have you been staying inside this cave?"

As soon as these words were uttered, the white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, and after a moment, he resumed his previous smile and asked somewhat mysteriously, "Young man, do you really want to know who I am?"

Wu Feng nodded firmly. At this moment, he had completely dismissed the idea of walking out of this cave, his heart was as dead as ashes, and he desperately wanted to know everything about this strange old man.

"Good! Since you want to know so much, then I'll tell you, old man, but I'm afraid that after I tell you, you kid will really have to kneel down and kowtow to the old man instead." That white-haired old man looked at Wu Feng with a smile, appearing even more mysterious.

"What does this say?" Wu Feng became even more curious.

"Young man, the old man asked you, since you are a descendant of Maoshan, do you know the origin of Maoshan? What kind of person created the Maoshan lineage?" That white-haired old man asked without answering.

Wu Feng shook his head somewhat blankly and said, "This I don't know, my master never told me about this."

That white-haired old man snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "Still claiming to be some kind of Maoshan's heir, to think that you don't even know who created the Maoshan lineage, and you still have the nerve to take on a disciple, you're really in vain as my Maoshan's descendant!"

Wu Feng stood up, a little annoyed in his heart, but seeing as he saved his life, he couldn't be bothered to lash out, he just angrily said to that white-haired old man, "Old man! I forbid you to insult my master! My master, his old man's Taoism is profound, honoring the teacher, quite respected by the people in the countryside, how can you talk about him like that?!"

Unexpectedly, that white-haired old man still had a disdainful tone, and continued, "What's wrong with me talking about him, old man? Even if your master is standing in front of old me right now, old me I would still have to beat him up for being an unfilial disciple!"

"You ……" Wu Feng stared at that white-haired old man, angry for a moment unable to speak, finally even stifled out this sentence, "You …… just you're already old as this, can beat my master? His old man a slap down will be able to break you apart!"

"Haha ……" that white-haired old man suddenly let out a loud laugh, all his white hairs trembled, after laughing, he said to Wu Feng again, "Your kid's breath is not small, you are not afraid of flashing your tongue! The old man has traveled all over the world and has rarely met an enemy, he has never heard of anyone who can break the old man apart."

"You just brag about it …… Just me alone here, others naturally can not hear, I see you even I can not beat, but also say what rare enemy …… "Wu Feng skimmed his mouth and said.

That white-haired old man's eyes suddenly lit up, staring at Wu Feng, the corner of his mouth hung up a smile again, said:Young man, it seems that you really do not believe the old man what I said?"

"The hell believe what you say!" Wu Feng said disdainfully.

"Good then! I'll let you see what I'm talking about! Let's put it this way, your kid has learned a little bit from your master, use your skills, if you can touch me, I'll count it as a loss!" That white-haired old man said indifferently.