Martial Soul: Be a Saint

The black viper that was seven inches deep suddenly let out a sizzling sound, and then turned into wisps of black mist and scattered into the air.    

"This is …"    

When everyone saw this, their eyes froze.    

As he sensed the drifting black fog, his mind trembled slightly.    

"What a strong poison. What kind of poisonous snake is this?"    

Everyone thought to themselves as their gazes immediately turned towards the grey figure.    

It was a ragged old man with messy gray hair and an old face.    

At this moment, the black viper that could not be considered large gradually vanished into thin air between the wrinkles on his face.    

Right now, in front of everyone, Wu Hao stared intently at the old man's face, to be exact, it was staring at his pair of eyes.    

That old man's hair was gray, and he wore a strange, unkempt outfit. He seemed to be in dire straits, but if one looked closely at his eyes, they would discover to their surprise that his seemingly murky pupils were actually flashing with a clever gaze.    

"Hehe, demonic snake, its poison can enter one's bone marrow and reach the Zifu level, devouring one's life force. Young people, you have no choice but to rejoice, it is a great thing to be able to meet this old man!"    

After extinguishing the black venomous snake, the old man welcomed everyone's gaze and suddenly laughed at the old man's insolence.    

When everyone heard his words, a strange expression appeared on their faces.    

Magic snake?    

Devouring a person's life force?    

How many youths were there?    

They could understand these words, but they were still youths?    

They were old freaks who had lived for tens of thousands of years, some even for tens of thousands of years!    

Today, he was actually called a youth?    

How could they not find it strange?    

"What? Kids, do you think I'm using my seniority to call you wrongly?"    

Perhaps he had seen through their thoughts, the old man smiled evilly and said to them with a slight raise of his brows.    

No one said a word as they subconsciously looked at each other.    

"I've already lived for more than ten million years. Could it be that I'm calling all of you kids youngsters? Is there anything wrong with that?"    

The old man opened his mouth once more and simultaneously sat down on a broken, moss-covered wall. He crossed his legs in front of everyone and fished out a pipe from nowhere. After fiddling with it for a while, he started to swallow the clouds and breathe out smoke.    

His satisfied expression was like that of an immortal, causing everyone to look at each other in dismay.    

Wu Hao stared at him intently, and after a while, he finally spoke in a probing tone, and asked him: "May I know Senior's name?"    

Hearing him speak, the old man tilted his head slightly to the side and glanced at him.    

After that, he took another deep breath and exhaled a circle. It was as if he was lost in memories.    

"This... It's been too long, the people have probably forgotten this old man, his name is no longer important, just call me Old Man, or Senior will do! "    

After a long while, the old man finally opened his mouth and gave a reply to Wu Hao.    

Hearing his reply, Wu Hao's eyes narrowed.    

The other party's words were absolutely deceiving them.    

At least, that was what Wu Hao thought.    

If he didn't want to say it, there were so many reasons for it. It seemed that this old man wasn't simple.    

However, since the other party was not willing to speak, then Wu Hao would not force him to speak. After all, it was just a name, there was no need to be so nervous.    

"Then why is senior here?" Wu Hao thought for a bit, then asked again.