"The aura here is shaking, there must be monks fighting here, but how can you look at the two sides of the fighting method like Jindan monks, but they don't look very similar! Brother Zuo, what do you think!" A monk in a black robe stopped and felt the chaotic aura around him, and then said with a frown.

The elegant man known as Elder Brother Zuo didn't say anything, just quietly looked at the undulating sea around him.

Suddenly, the man's expression moved, and then he flew away into the distance.

After a while, the elegant man flew back again, but by this time he had one more thing in his hand—a skull with a few traces of blood.

"Huh, Ding Kezhen?!" the black-robed man looked at the head, and after a few breaths, a surprised and incredulous expression suddenly appeared on his face.

"That's right, Brother Xu, this must be Ding Kezhen!" The elegant man also had a complicated expression at this time, mixed with regret, sympathy, happiness, relaxation, and a kind of desolation of a rabbit and a fox sadness, and then nodded and said.

"Hey, a generation of masters, I didn't expect to end up like this," the black-robed man said with a long sigh behind his back.

After a long while, neither of them spoke, and the fall of a monk of the same rank as the two of them, although it was an enemy, also had a great impact on the hearts of the two.

"Brother Xu, who killed it?" the sea breeze blew, sending the deep voice of the elegant man.

"I guess it's a fellow Jindan!" The black-robed man didn't seem to wake up from Ding Kezhen's death, and said without the slightest thought.

The elegant man didn't answer, just frowned, obviously not quite agreeing with the black-robed man's statement, but he didn't explain it better.

Later, the two of them found the lower half of the body in the distance, which had been bitten by a group of gathered carnivorous seas, and the two stopped here in silence for a long time before they drove away.

The fragments of Wanliu Pagoda were too heavy and had already sunk to the bottom of the water, and there was no trace of them, and the two of them would not have thought that the person who killed Ding Kezhen was the work of a foundation building disciple of Wanfa Sect who was not outstanding in his skills and cultivation.

Half a day later, on an attached uninhabited island on Maple Leaf Island, Wan Qingping finally stopped the blood flowing in his chest after a simple bandaging and taking healing pills, and slowly stood up, although his expression was atrophied at this time, it may be because of the great loss of mana and injury, but his mood seemed to be very happy, and he finally lifted the shackles on his body, can he not be happy?

However, when he turned his eyes and looked at Liu Ji, who was sitting quietly protecting his Dharma not far away, Wan Qingping's face instantly became cloudy, his finger joints were shaken, and he walked towards Liu Ji.

"Wan Daoyou, cough cough, how do you want to deal with the old man!" Liu Ji seemed to know Wan Qingping's thoughts at this time, and took the lead in speaking with a calm face.

Wan Qingping didn't reply, just stood quietly two feet away from Liu Ji, staring at Liu Ji for a while, and there was no panic and resentment on his calm face, and then Wan Qingping's eyes showed a hint of complexity.

"Wan Daoyou don't have to be embarrassed, the net worth of a Jindan monk is a very secret thing for anyone, and the old decay is deeply damaged today, and it will fall naturally in less than a year. Even if the Taoist friend does not kill the old man, it does not make much sense for the old man to live for an extra year and a half, and the old man will make his own decision later, and in advance the Taoist friend told him that this time he was going to fight with a Jindan monk, and the old man knew that no matter what the result was, the old man's life had come to an end. But can you promise the old man one thing for the sake of the old man who has been saddle for the Taoist all these years, how about it?" Liu Ji sat cross-legged on the ground, and the wind blew through the mottled and messy white, as if to blow away his thin and rotten body.

Wan Qingping sighed, waved his hand, and then said solemnly as if he had made a heavy decision: "Liu Daoyou doesn't need to say anything, I have had a lot of help from you over the years, but unfortunately this matter is really important, I'm sorry." But Liu Daoyou don't worry, your great-grandson will take good care of him in the future, and if possible, I will try my best to help him build the foundation!"

"Okay, okay, that old man, cough cough, rest assured, cough cough, rest assured!" Liu Ji listened to Wan Qingping's words, a smile bloomed on his yellow face in an instant, and the blood color seemed to return to his face full of dead spots and folds.

With Wan Qingping's assurance, Liu Ji also staggered to his feet.

"The sunset, it's so beautiful!" Looking at the sky for a moment, Liu Ji, who had a calm face, muttered in a low voice, and at this time, the sunset on the horizon shone on his rickety body, as if it suddenly made his originally short body a little taller in an instant.

Then Liu Ji turned around, "Please!", when he saw Wan Qingping nodded, the old man raised his dry palm without hesitation, and slapped it on his heavenly spirit cover, and then this ** fell headlong on the reef where he was originally sitting cross, but at this time there was a relaxed look on his face.

After looking at the body of Liu Ji, who fell to the ground without a sound, Wan Qingping looked up at the fiery sunset on the horizon, and the slightly fishy sea breeze blew his face......

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