Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

Patriarch Wei was in a bit of a dilemma.

The purpose of seizing the body and hearing people's positive yang is to have the opportunity to hear people's yin and light moon.

At the same time, it also gave Qin Hai an absolute advantage in the fight for the throne.

If the other party wipes his neck when he gets excited, it's really not worth the gain.

"What if I don't let them go!"

It is specified that I cannot agree. If I agree, this person will really commit suicide.

"Oh, then I will take the first step!"

Wenren Zhengyang was a bachelor, so he pressed down his wrist and fainted.

The one who took action was Zuo Dao. As a bodyguard, he couldn't watch the master die in front of him.

The ancestor was startled, and now his eyes looked at the fat man much softer.

Zuo Dao supported Wenren Zhengyang, threw the broken sword that the master was holding tightly to Can Jian, and said solemnly:

"Brother, stop hiding at this time. Everyone's life and death are in your hands!"

Can Jian knew what Zuo Dao was talking about. Regardless of whether it was true or not, he seemed to be the player who had defeated the old monster Yuanying.

So he took a step forward, his true energy circulated, and half of the sword was held in the palm of his hand by the broken sword, and began to rotate at high speed.

The overbearing true energy is continuously compressed on the tip of the sword. The half-cut sword is like a bright meteor. The true energy on the sword tip has been compressed to the extreme.

Then he flipped his wrist and shot towards Mr. Wei who looked indifferent.

"The Broken Sword Shocks the Grandmother!"

If ordinary Qi wants to harm the physical body of a monk, it is tantamount to wishful thinking.

What's more, Mr. Wei's body is not flesh and blood, but the body of pure Yang spirit.

This is also the power of the soul clone. From the appearance, it is no different from the real person.

"boom!"

Compared to drawing the sword and slashing, the broken sword is still better to look at.

When it hit Wei Junzi, the light was so brilliant that everyone instinctively closed their eyes.

They could feel how powerful this blow was, and it seemed like the space was rippled.

When the light dissipated, everyone opened their eyes and opened their mouths with incredible expressions.

Mr. Wei, who was so impressive just now, just disappeared out of thin air.

There wasn't even a scrap of bone left.

He looked around to confirm that it had really disappeared.

Zuo Dao punched Can Jian on Can Jian's shoulder and cursed:

"Good boy, if you have such ability, you are still pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. You are really good at it!"

Can Jian didn't react at all and was still in a daze.

"Damn it! What's going on! Am I really that strong? Why don't I believe it..."

He was asking himself crazily in his heart, not only himself, but also others, "Did I do it?"

"Who else could it be if it wasn't you!"

The left knife has no good airway.

Cherry also nodded seriously, expressing her affirmation!

This is not the first time Canjian has shown his power in a critical moment, using his body as a warrior to instantly kill a monk across a level.

Can Jian can be said to be the second guardian in the history of the continent.

With the encouragement of his friends, Can Jian finally accepted this cruel reality. He is very strong!

Live more confidently in the future.

At this moment, Wenren Zhengyang also woke up leisurely.

"Are we all dead? I'm sorry, it was me who caused everyone trouble..."

Cherry made a joke with an adult for the first time. She pinched Wenren Zhengyang's waist hard and said with a smile: "Adult, does it hurt?"

Wenren Zhengyang shook his head silently, but Zuodao clenched his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "Miss Cherry... pinched... the wrong... person..."

After some explanations, Wen Ren Zhengyang also knew Can Jian's "true strength..."

I suddenly felt a little ashamed. With Brother Can Jian's strength, staying by his side as a guard was indeed a bit unfair.

"Sir, the man surnamed Wei has already committed suicide. Do we still want to go to Qingluan Peak?"

When Can Jian asked this question, six pairs of eyes stared at Wenren Zhengyang expectantly.

"I also miss Brother Immortal very much..."

Wenren Zhengyang smiled in memory.

"yeah!!"

Cherry cheered.