Martial arts and alchemy

Northern sword immortal sect, Ghost Mountain.

At this moment, a black-robed old man walked up the ghost Mountain with steady steps. If there were other people here, they would definitely be very shocked. This old man actually had the ability to shrink the ground into inches!

Every step he took was ten steps away from an ordinary person!

Even Foundation establishment cultivators would find it difficult to achieve spatial bending!

"I haven't been to this place in a long time." The black-robed old man had a nostalgic look on his face. He held a stalk of licorice in his mouth, not serious at all, like an old farmer.

If Daoist Qing Xuan were to see him acting like this, he would probably be shocked.

"Old Bai, I'm here. Why don't you come out and welcome me?" The Grand Elder shouted at the top of his voice, not at all elegant.

There was no movement on the ghost Mountain, as if no one had heard him.