Listening to the general's simple words, Zhao Zicheng was silent.

It seems like...

Reasonable.

The distance between the Demon Suppression Pass and the blockade line is not close, and those Eight Jue and Seven Jue may be hurrying fast, using the power of the law, swishing.

But they...

"Ahem."

"Everyone, defend the city."

"As the Eight Senses predecessor of the human race, I feel that I have a responsibility and an obligation to do something."

"Farewell."

Sun Wen slowly walked out of the corner, his movements were elegant, and after tidying up his clothes, he looked at everyone politely and smiled, and then looked around: "I don't know which brother will fly, take me for a ride..."

It's a pity that in addition to attracting everyone's attention when he first appeared, after everyone found out that it was Sun Wen who spoke, they decisively withdrew their gaze.

Sun Wen stood in place, stunned.

"Damn, can you give me a reaction?"

"I'm a big guy!"

"Even if you don't call Sun Lao, at least you have to be polite!"

"Believe it or not..."

There were no threatening words in his mouth, and in the end, even Sun Wen himself was a little helpless, so he could only shake his head resentfully and retract into the corner: "Really!! ”

"What do you see, what about the six senses, not ashamed?"

"Go back, you all give me my life to cultivate, I will give me the resources, and I will smash you to Bajue quickly!"

"Look at the gap between him and the rest of his life, it's getting bigger and bigger, go out and say that you're a classmate with him, does anyone believe it?"

Sun Wen glared at Zhao Zicheng angrily: "That is, I, can still suppress the limelight for the rest of my life on the way to cultivation, otherwise wouldn't the reputation of this human race be handed over to others on the first day?" You guys!! ”

The original Zhao Zicheng was still quite moved, but when he heard the end, his face was instantly given, he got up directly, kicked Sun Wen and kicked over, Dabai decisively joined the battlefield, and it was very lively for a while.

After a long time, Zhao Zicheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat aside, still smiling, but when he inadvertently turned his head and looked into the distance, there was a little loneliness in his eyes.

"After all, I still can't keep up with him..."

"Perhaps, it's time to get to Qijue early."

"Since I got married, my cultivation speed has slowed down, and I don't have the kind of hard work I had in the Ink Academy..."

Thinking about it, Zhao Zicheng couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

When he was in the Ink Academy, his cultivation speed has always been in the first echelon, and he can be regarded as one of the most desperate people in the Ink Academy, in order to practice, he dares to find all kinds of masters, to ridicule, to take the initiative to be beaten, even if he is covered in injuries, he can still jump out the next day and die again.

But now...

He didn't know how long it had been.

"Come, hit me!"

After a long time, Zhao Zicheng came back to his senses, looked at Sun Wen on the side, and suddenly spoke.

Sun Wen was stunned, and subconsciously took two steps back: "Huh? You've beaten me and you're ready to take revenge on me? ”

“……”

"Hit me, cub!"

Zhao Zicheng was silent for a moment and spoke again.

Sun Wen was instantly furious, jumped up and kicked Zhao Zicheng's chest, but he flew out upside down, crying bitterly.

“……”

"I'll wait for those Eight Senses seniors to come back."

When Zhao Zicheng saw this scene, he immediately became depressed, and he sat in the corner sullenly, unable to raise any interest in Sun Wen's weak fist.

And Sun Wen was stimulated by Zhao Zicheng's self-esteem exploded, stood up like crazy, launched a fierce attack on Zhao Zicheng's back, and beat him for ten minutes, but the final result was that Zhao Zicheng was motionless, and Sun Wen covered his face and cried bitterly.

Knowing that Atai came over innocently, he casually aimed at Zhao Zicheng and gave a small straight punch, which was not particularly hard, but Zhao Zicheng stumbled and threw himself on the ground, covered in dust.

He got up from the ground in shock, his eyes widened, and he looked directly at Artay: "You... How many sleeps have you had? ”

This guy, one punch...

It made Zhao Zicheng feel that the energy in his body began to vibrate violently, and it was obviously a little better than before.

Atai scratched his head shyly: "I... I don't know, I'm cultivating now... Like, it seems that I don't need a demon core anymore, and I don't know myself... I am a few sleeps. ”

He was really a little confused by this question.

After cultivating the Heavenly Clan's exercises, he knew that his physical strength was getting higher and higher, and his strength was getting bigger and bigger, but he didn't absorb the demon core anymore.

Strictly speaking, he is still six senses.

But...

“……”

"You punch me again."

Zhao Zicheng's expression gradually became serious, he took a deep breath, summoned his sandbag out, and blocked it in front of him.