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Chapter 93 My name is An Qisheng(2/2)

Only by living can he have the chance to smash the face that disgusting him little by little!

“Haha, interesting…”

Looking at An Qisheng carrying the corpse forward, Tong Zhengyang's mouth raised.

He knew An Qisheng's psychology very well.

But, so what?

In such a place where there is no spiritual energy, he will certainly be dragged down by his powerful body and will most likely be starved to death.

But as long as he does not die, he will be truly invincible in the world!

In such a cruel world, there is no individual who can remain equal or even surpass him.

These two monks don't like each other, so they will kill them. As for the hatred of a weak person who is like a cub.

How could he care?

An Qisheng placed the bodies of the two great monks under the coconut tree and bowed deeply:

"Two masters go..."

The three of them had been together for only a day. He talked to these two monks for no more than ten sentences, but he fought side by side. Seeing them dying like this, how could he be without fluctuations in his heart?

"I will kill you a hundred meters away from me."

Tong Zhengyang glanced at An Qisheng indifferently.

If possible, he would rather use the Soul-Snatching Method to completely tamper with this person's spirit.

However, Wang Quanjian has not yet recognized his master and has to consume a lot of his mental power at all times. Although he doesn't like these warriors in this world, he has to say that these warriors are very firm in their spirits.

At the Bamboo Dragon Society, he had tried it, and it was not a good idea to use the Soul-Snatching Technique to these warriors.

"Speaking of this, Wang Quanjian seems to be a little active. Are you about to recognize your master?"

Thinking of Wang Quanjian, Tong Zhengyang was in a better mood.

An Qisheng straightened up, with no expression on his face. It was easier to control his expression with the control of the body with the power of transforming strength.

"Let's go."

Tong Zhengyang said lightly.

An Qisheng took a deep look at the headless corpse under the coconut tree, turned around and walked towards the road.

"interesting."

Tong Zhengyang smiled distractedly, his eyes as if he was looking at a dead person:

"To the point of obedience, I can leave you a monument after death. What is your name?"

He did not hide his meaning at all.

I clearly told An Qisheng that once you enter Daxuan, you will die, and you will be buried on the ground without leading the way.

What would you choose?

Out of Tong Zhengyang's expectations, An Qisheng's feet did not stop at all:

"An Qisheng!"

"What?"

To An Qisheng's expectation, when Tong Zhengyang heard his name, he paused at his feet and was shocked for the first time:
Chapter completed!
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