After blasting out that punch, Shi Potian slowly withdrew his fist, his eyes were cold and looked at Nameless as if he were looking at a dead object, and his brows furrowed slightly.

His domineering and fierce fist from before had completely dispersed the gray and black smoke.

And the power has not diminished, and it has been bombarded in front of the nameless body.

But the fist only stopped three feet in front of him, and he couldn't move forward in the slightest.

In the end, under the bombardment of billowing smoke, Nameless finally cut the flesh of his blunt fist.

Shi Potian snorted coldly, it seemed that he had not been idle in the years he had been recuperating from his injuries, and the technique of moving ghosts and cultivating spirits that he had practiced back then had improved a lot.

"Since I was able to kill you and run away from the wilderness, then today you have to give Lao Tzu and me to die here. Shi Potian's right foot slammed on the ground, and some wisps of blood-red qi lingered on his strong tower-like body.

Suddenly, a strong and substantial aura of murder rippled out of his body, and round after circle of ripples continued to hit the surrounding void barriers.

Hearing Shi Potian's words, the nameless eyes were cloudy, staring at the tall figure tightly, trying to see a clue from it, but it was still in vain.

Although he has been hiding in the Witch Domain to recuperate his injuries all these years, he has been asking people to inquire about Ji Qingyun's news on the side of the Great Wall.

Including when he became the lord of the blessed land of green shade, and when he broke through the two realms one after another and stepped into the realm of returning to the Pu realm, and finally became the eye on the list of the statues.

Of course, Nameless, who has always hated Shi Potian in his heart, also heard some news about him.

I heard that he has not set foot in the blessed land of green shade in the past ten years, so there is not much news that can be heard.

But Nameless knew ten years ago that Shi Potian was a pure martial artist, so he would not embark on spiritual cultivation.

Therefore, Nameless took it for granted that this Shi Potian, who had embarked on the sheep intestine path, would only drift away from the avenue, and was eventually abandoned by the avenue.

Although Nameless has always held a grudge against Shi Potian, to be honest, he has never taken the latter seriously

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Because in his impression, this wild man with a tiger's back is also a servant of Ji Qingyun, how can he be compared to a slave.

But it is such a nameless barbarian who looks down on him, and in the past ten years, he has climbed the stairs one after another to break through the realm, and now he is a martial artist who has a quenched body.

Even if they encounter a spiritual cultivator in the Returning Realm, they can compete, and they are even more invincible under the Returning Realm.

Of course, there are some news that no one knows, and this is because someone doesn't want him to know.

Maybe that person hasn't told Shi Potian so far, maybe if he didn't say that Shi Potian would never know, Ji Qingyun, who was called his eldest brother, had been protecting him in another way many years ago.

Just like when he first embarked on the road of travel, he sacrificed his life and death to protect himself before and after the saddle.

On a high mountain that is almost connected to the sky, the clouds are shrouded in mist, and the clouds are not deep.

At the top of the mountain, two people sat cross-legged opposite each other, and between them was a very simple stone table.

On the stone table was an equally rudimentary chessboard.

The chessboard is black and white, but both sides have fallen into a stalemate.

It's already Bai Zixing's turn.

It's just that the handsome man in white with the white son in his hand looked past the old man in front of him and fell into the churning sea of clouds, his mind was obviously not on the chessboard.

The old man sitting in front of him also reminded him when he saw his extremely rare distracted appearance.

It's rare for me to be able to tie with him, which is able to brag in front of everyone for a while, but it's a pity that my apprentices who are away can't see it, and it's still a little regrettable.

The old man with the black chess pieces in his hand looked at the lord with a smile, and after a gust of mountain wind, he finally couldn't help but remind: "Lord, it's your turn." ”

The man who was called the Lord by the old man looked stunned, and then came to his senses.

Then he said in a warm voice that made people feel like a spring breeze: "Elder Mo, with you."

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How many times have you said it, just call me Qingyun directly. ”

The person who played chess at the top of the mountain was Ji Qingyun, the lord of the Qingyin Blessed Land, and Mo Yuan's master, that is, the Mo Elder in the blessed land, Mo Zhi.

Mo Zhi smiled when he heard this, shook his head, and said, "The Lord is close to me, but there are still rules in the blessed land. I'm a bad old man, I can't be a maverick, and that's not good for the blessed land. ”

Ji Qingyun smiled bitterly, looking helpless.

"The Lord was thinking about Little Master Ji just now?" Mo Zhi asked.

Ji Qingyun shook his head and said frankly: "Actually, I am not as angry as I seem when Xiaoge disappears. ”

"To tell you the truth, Xiaoge is a person with great luck, so I don't believe that my son will be lost to an old ghost. ”

"That..."Mo stopped talking and stopped, with a sudden look on his face.

"The reason why I did this, I went all the way back to the town of the army and did not hesitate to expose the means to slaughter the old ghost of King Qin Guang, is to kill chickens and monkeys, so that those eyes hiding in the dark can see clearly, my Ji Qingyun's son is not something you can move if you say it. ”

Mo Zhiyan nodded and said, "I already guessed this just now. ”

"Since Elder Mo's hexagram shows that Xiao Ge is now in the southwest, then I think that no matter what kind of danger he goes through, he will always return safely in the end. ”

Ji Qingyun looked at the old man in front of him with a smile.

Elder Mo Zhimo hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Please rest assured, this lord, the old man's hexagram has never failed. ”

Ji Qingyun rubbed the white son in his hand, and said loudly on the ground: "I believe this." ”

"Since the Lord wasn't thinking about Little Master Ji before, who was he worried about?" Mo Zhi was a straight man and would always ask questions, so he couldn't help but ask.

At this time, Ji Qingyun's gaze finally fell on this chessboard, his eyes tossed and turned on the chess pieces, and his left hand rubbed his chin and said seemingly nonchalantly: "It's not a stone breaking the sky. ”

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