"It's miserable, junior brother, I'm afraid I'm going to plant it here this time." Zhang Renzhi's face was solemn, staring at the people who slowly surrounded him, and the magic weapon in his hand trembled slightly, as if he felt the master's thoughts. "Don't be nervous, senior brother, you can try and use the right button to ease the conflict." Chen Pi held the spirit sword in his arms and frolicked ...... Laughed. "Right-click? My brother's illness doesn't seem good... Can you be serious at this time? As soon as Zhang Renzhi's voice fell, Chen Pi took the lead in attacking and leaving. "Right-click, it's aiming!" The Qing Ying Sword was like a streamer in Chen Pi's hand, and the spiritual power that had just been accumulated surged forward, killing several people by surprise... A moment later.... "My generation of monks, we should regard our own hearts as the way of heaven, and those who follow our hearts are those who follow the will of heaven. Now, I am TN's Heavenly Dao! Chen Pi stood with his sword in his hand, and a touch of scarlet slowly ran down his cheeks. After a hard fight, Zhang Renzhi was embarrassed to cross his knees to heal, but he heard his junior brother preaching and teaching to a few 'asleep' young people next to him. "Senior brother, do you see, in the interaction with fellow Daoists, the spirit sword is the basis for ensuring the volume of our speech. But then again, it's good to be young, and you fall asleep.