On the corner of the blood-soaked street and alley, Jiang Yier, who was supporting himself with a single bench leg and watching the play leisurely, suddenly stumbled after hearing the words that should have been inaudible.

So the four-legged bench that could be called stable even if it was independent for thousands of years was an unstable, and even the one who sat alone on the bench with him was careless, and he fell on his ass and blossomed.

Jiang Yier, who patted his cheeks, was not the slightest bit unhappy, after all, at this time, if Wu Chen didn't call him Jiang Yier, it would really make Jiang Yier worry about it, besides, even if Wu Chen didn't call him Jiang Yier, wouldn't he Jiang Yier himself catch up with the front post? In the eyes of others, the sword was extremely fast, and the ordinary mountain peak realm Xuan Emperor Yizhongtian was barely strong, and when it fell in his eyes Jiang Yier's eyes, he could only save the red-clothed woman who made Jiang Yier, a realm monk, could only see most of them.

Maybe it was another big surprise harvest that Jiang Yier didn't expect, and he Jiang Yier didn't know how many hundred years, or even thousands of years, there was no such harvest.

As for the face of the monk of the mountain peak realm, on him Jiang Yier, it may be a very big kind, the kind that ordinary mountain peak realm will not give it, and it can also be an extremely worthless kind, just like in front of the man next to the woman in red, his Jiang Yier's face can be regarded as nothing, and it is worthless.

It's not that he Jiang Yier is modest, but it's really just the kind that is completely worthless.

Just when the slender sword was only a millimeter away from her, Bao Yi could already clearly feel the majestic sword intent behind the tip of the sword, as if it could shatter people's souls.

It's just that Bao Yi didn't hesitate for a moment, because no one has ever mentioned the word death in the Miasma Mountain, as if everyone is alive, and they have been living repeatedly, and birth, old age, sickness and death no longer exist in the three peaks and one stream of the Miasma Mountain.

Not only is he not afraid of death, but even for the sword in front of him, which is a sword cultivator at the peak of the Xuanhuang Peak, he is not the slightest bit shocked.

Jiang Yier put away the playful expression on his face, Jiang Yier, who had always bent his back to the table, straightened his waist, and his wide robe rose without wind and hunted.

When Jiang Yier took a step, the space was stagnant in an instant, not only the space under his feet, but also the entire blood-soaked street.

The Xuan Emperor of the Three Heavens, those who are gifted can touch the threshold of this space and explore it behind the crack in the door, and for the more powerful Xuan Sheng, they are sold to stand behind the door after the threshold, and the mysteries of this space are all the mysteries of this space.

Therefore, for the level of the Xuan Sage powerhouse, it is no longer based on the heavens like the first, second, and triple heavens, and there are only two realms, which are the difference between this small success and the great success.

The peak of the female Xuanhuang who came out of the sword only felt inexplicably creepy for a while, and she was uncomfortable all over her body.

The sword in his hand is beneficial to ordinary monks, and for some inexplicable dangers, it is also a step ahead of some indescribable people.

It's just that when the mediocre-looking woman wanted to get to the bottom of it, she found that her surroundings seemed to be enemies of her everywhere, which made her feel inexplicably that there was sword intent everywhere around her.

In contrast, Bao Yi was particularly relieved, because the sword in front of her came to an abrupt halt in this instant, and the terrifying sword intent that made Bao Yi feel that it was difficult to resist also ceased to exist.

The situation of that young man with extremely low cultivation was three points better than that female Xuanhuang peak cultivator. It's not because his cultivation is high, but because he has a faintly bright treasure on his body, so he can relax a little in the square inch around him, at least not like that woman Xuanhuang is full of sword intent.

Jiang Yi and two took one step, followed closely with two steps, and three steps were in front of the door of the first floor in the middle of Bloodbath Street, where hundreds of steps were about to be walked up.

Bao Yi turned his head to look at the sloppy old man who looked extremely joyful and had no scruff to speak of.

Jiang Yier glanced at the woman in red in front of him because of Bao Yi's absolutely unintentional action.

The spatial interception of a Xuansheng Xiaocheng realm powerhouse above the Triple Heavenly Xuan Emperor, even if it is done extremely casually, it is definitely not the freedom that the woman in the late stage of the Xuanshi can do, but when he Jiang Yier looked at Bao Yi at this moment, and deduced some extremely far-away things, it was first taken for granted, and then it was even more intuition for a while.

After all, it involves some extremely distant existences before some extremely distant eras, so even he Jiang Yier can only say a few times in a row.

"What's the matter? That talkative kid is now a chatterbox?"

Jiang Yier put away his immersed mind, originally a little lazy, but in an instant, he straightened his placket, looked at Wu Chen, and said honestly and respectfully: "My lord." ”

"Yo, I haven't seen you for 10,000 years, your kid has changed a lot, and even I don't know it, if it weren't for knowing that your kid is your kid, I thought it was the kid who read and read dementia. ”

Jiang Yier sneered, put away respectfully, something should be there, should be done, must be had, must be done, as for this is another matter, can take ten thousand years as the time language, plus that word, except for those who are actually dead but have not died for a long time, there are only adults in their own mouths who stand on this Xuanwu Continent and need them to stand on tiptoe and look at it from afar.

"It turns out that adults still remember the juniors, and it is really an honor for the juniors. ”

Jiang Yier's face was full of smiles, but he didn't look like a well-deserved cultivator standing in this Dongzhou situation, but like a junior boy who was splashing and rolling in front of his own parents.

Wu Chen shook his head, put away his smile, and said: "There is not much time, so I won't laugh with you kid, this time I will take away eighty percent of the Dongzhou ten thousand years of storage, and at most I can only leave you twenty percent." ”

Rao is he, Jiang Yier, who didn't know how many years of unwavering Xuansheng on the top of the mountain, was taken aback, because only he, Jiang Yier, knew what this eighty percent represented.