"Three...three great saints!"

Heifeng came over, scratched his big head and looked at Jian Qi, with a look of joy and disbelief on his face: "Why did you come down? What's the situation up there? Can the Second Great Sage still hold on? I, Old Hei, have a lot.

I haven’t seen you in many years!”

A series of questions.

The question gave Jian Qi a headache.

"next time."

He said perfunctorily: "I'll answer you next time!"

Heifeng curled his lips and said, "Just say what you said next time."

"Is something wrong?"

Jian Qi asked: "Isn't it all next time?"

For a while.

Hei Feng's shrewd mind was actually a bit lost.

Jian Qi ignored him.

He turned his eyes, glanced not far away, and waved casually... Several figures like paper figures immediately fell on the field. Without the suppression of Master Youyou, in just a few breaths, they

Restored to its original appearance!

boom!

Boom boom boom!

At the same time, the world shook slightly, with a hint of dragon roar. The originally exhausted spiritual energy in the world surged again, and the extinguished law of ten thousand ways also regained its vitality. In the blink of an eye, the world was restored again.

Normal operation!

"World Dragon Soul?"

"That's quite courageous!"

Jian Qi glanced at the distance, sighed with emotion, and then looked at the sky again, sensing the strands of natural sword intention dormant in the source of the world, his face became solemn, and there was a bit more respect in his eyes.

"Who is the person who conforms to the great road and incarnates the will of the world?"

"I heard."

Heifeng scratched his head and said: "It's the ninth-generation swordsman of the Xuantian Sword Sect, a man named Yun Jiansheng...he and the young master share the same master-disciple relationship."

"This senior!"

Yuan Zhengyang suddenly bowed and made a big salute, looked at Jian Qi and begged: "Master, he has a very bad life, and now... I wonder if you can do anything..."

"It's not whether I can do anything."

Jian Qi seemed to know what he wanted to say, and shook his head and said: "It's just a matter of whether he is willing or not. He has no regrets, so what regrets do you have?"

Yuan Zhengyang was startled.

He sighed quietly and stopped talking.

If Yun Jiansheng could give up this world and the Xuantian Sword Sect, how could he be able to live up to the Tao with his body back then?

"Yun Jiansheng..."

Jian Qi glanced at the sky again and said with regret: "Respectable! What a pity! What a pity! If he didn't take this path... he would be able to stand side by side with us in the future! Alas... In the eldest brother's tradition, there is no

What a remarkable person!”

No one understood him.

No one can even understand how high his evaluation of Yun Jiansheng is!

Except for the black wind.

"Three Saints!"

"I have to pour some cold water on you!"

He shook his head, with a shrewd look on his honest expression: "Although what this fellow Taoist Yun has done is admirable, he is also your junior! But in terms of achievements, he must be our young master!"

"oh?"

Jian Qi glanced at him: "Why do you see it?"

"One thing to say."

Heifeng suddenly lowered his voice and said mischievously: "I think the young master is very similar to you. He is modest, gentle, polite, kind-hearted... and has no bad habits at all!"

"Asshole!"

Jian Qi suddenly yelled angrily: "If the man named Su hears this, what will he think? His son is not like me? How heartbreaking that would be!"

There was a pause.

He emphasized: "Don't tell the truth in the future!"

"Yes yes yes!"

There was fear in Heifeng's honest expression, and he hurriedly said: "It's because I, Old Hei, didn't think carefully, and I will never say anything again in the future!"

Everyone looked weird!

In just a few words, the image of Sword Seven's peerless power has completely collapsed, leaving only an abstraction.

Jian Qi doesn't care what others think of him.

His eyes slowly turned, scanning over the returning people, and when they landed on Mei Yun, Mei Yun suddenly stared!

"What are you looking at?"

Jian Qi: "?"

Abstract and twitchy!

With just one sentence, he accurately judged Mei Yun's acting style.

"Where's that old dwarf?"

Mei Yun glared at him again, looked at the dragonfly not far away, and asked doubtfully: "What did he do?"

"The ancestor...is dead."

Dead!?

Gu Ci and others were shocked, and subconsciously looked at Jian Qi.

Only plum luck.

After realizing it, he still asked the dragon spirit: "How did he die? When did he die? Who killed him?"

The dragonfly said nothing.

He glanced timidly at Jian Qi.

Although it was Shu Miaozi who did it, she could naturally tell that the sword definitely came from Jian Qi!

Mei Yun's expression was a little stiff.

"I'm sorry."

He looked at Jian Qi and said apologetically: "My voice is a bit loud, don't mind."

"There's no need to apologize."

Jian Qi smiled and said, "Just kowtow."

Mei Yun: "?"

boom!

His eyes turned red, and the world of the incubus opened wide behind him, with strange giant eyes, filled with black energy, and the incubus Gu Han and his 300,000 incubus border troops were waiting for him.

"You, dare to come in!"

Jian Qi raised his eyebrows.

"Dream seeds? Huangliang's orthodoxy?"

He seemed to see through Mei Yun's identity at a glance, and immediately stopped joking and sighed: "It seems that he has lost even the last trace of regret... You did not live up to his expectations."

I took a few glances at the world of nightmares.

He nodded and affirmed: "To be able to find such a cunning and weird path, this dream method can be regarded as being carried forward by you."

"That's all."

Sighing, he added: "After all, the man named Su owes him a favor. Since I'm here, I'll repay it on his behalf."

Mei Yun blinked, a little unsure.

"You want to give me a benefit?"

"What if?"
To be continued...