Wang Qinian is dead.

Although I am emotionally lucky, the current situation does not allow people to dream or fantasy.

A few hours ago, I was fighting with him, and even angrily asked Wang Qinian to apologize to me in the future.

But he has now certainly died.

The head is the head of the Six Yangs. In addition to the monster, the person whose entire neck is turned around cannot be alive, even if it is a Golden Pill Warrior.

I heard the stupid cry of the big man, and Wang Qitai's tears flowed down, "Brother, brother... he died in battle..."

He murmured.

"Cangtian, Tiantian, I can't believe it. My brother was still full of energy just now, but now the yin and yang are already separated by... "

Since ancient times, scholars have been useless in battle.

Although this idiot didn't scare her, she looked so bearable.

However, the performance of Confucian scholars is not a breaking the lower limit. In the past, my father plundered many prefects and county magistrates from the Central Plains on the sea. They were also considered the superiors of the herdsmen of one hundred thousand. When my father used a knife to threaten to exchange each kilogram of gold for their human flesh, everyone would urinate. No one dared to give the scraped gold and silver. Only one official dared to scold my father in public, and he would not die well in the future. The prefect was my grandfather. The ending was that my father cut off with a knife and threw it into the sea to feed the fish.

I judged that Wang Qitai had a brief mental disorder. Murong Zhi pushed him many times, but the man was just talking nonsense like "Brother, I really regret it."

I can only choose all of the following.

I swooped down from ten feet above.

"What are you doing? He was scared silly, are you crazy? I won't bet on your life with you!"

Murong Zhi and I snatched the rudder on the wooden bird.

"You just need to take care of that soft egg. I want to snatch Wang Qinian's body back! Could it be that this scum is used as a bone tool?"

I pushed her back hard, took off the golden-eyed bream from Murong Zhisheaven, and put on the mask of passerby armor.

"Put on Passerby B's mask and cooperate with me!"

I want to snatch Wang Qinian's body back from the hands of Aung Shan Baoyan, the golden elixir!

In the past, I watched my father die under the dragon claw of the Nascent Soul realm and was powerless; now at least I want to snatch the body of my teacher and friend from Jindan's hand.

My mind wasn't burning because I saw a little feasibility of this temporary plan.

Although the opportunity is still small, if my strength reaches its limit and a little luck, it is not impossible.

I took another foundation-building pill, and the once exhausted air replied wave after wave like a rising tide.

Common sense, taking pills is harmful or useless, and those who are serious have died. Murong Zhi and I have taken risks in doing this at sea. After landing on the island, Murong Zhi almost died of a elixir. But I seem to be a lucky person. Logically, I should have at least obvious discomfort symptoms when I take so many portions of pills. I have only had erythema for three days, and there has been no disaster or illness so far. I hope this time is so safe.

After several breaths, I replied to the vitality and state of fighting with two foundation-building warriors. The injuries left behind during the battle seemed to be like garbage and were cleaned into dark and inconspicuous corners of the internal organs by the newly replenished energy of the elixir.

I drove a wooden bird to crash into Aung San Baoyan's head.

While pulling out the leg bone nailed to Wang Qinian's feet, he shook off Wang Qinian's body. On the other hand, he wanted to untie the chain decomposed by the iron spine and pull out the chest cavity. I don't know if there is a heart in his chest cavity. Aung Shan Baoyan's movement to remove the chain was cautious and cautious, and his expression also showed the pain of endurance. It seemed that he was really hurt.

His blood-red giant demon hand was also resuming, and his bloody hand gradually retracted back to its original state, and his body was bulging again.

I have a general idea now: in the previous battle, he gathered most of the qi in his body in one hand, and now he poured the qi back into his torso.

"I originally wanted to let you guys go back to report the death to the Chinese people, but you are seeking death."

Aung San Baoyan was in contact with me, and I saw the contempt and disdain in his eyes.

"disease!"

Part of the chains he pulled out were rolled toward the wooden bird's wings, making it difficult for the low-altitude bird to fly.

But Aung San's treasure flames were empty, and the wooden bird was five feet high and pulled up to the sky again. The arm span and the chains thrown were a little different, making it too long to reach.

But during my breath, I had already fallen beside Aung San Baoyan.

At that moment, I separated from the wooden bird and jumped down from the sky over five feet!

This was impossible. My internal strength level would have been at least half-dead if I jumped five feet.

But I wiped two wind wheels on the soles of my feet!

My bones were shaken, and I was hit by the ground without any injuries. The wind wheel accelerated and slid past Aung San Baoyan.

The golden-eyed bream swung a small fan shape, and Aung San subconsciously let me go.

I grabbed Wang Qinian's body and carried it on my back, and rushed out thirty feet like roller skating.

Murong Zhi flew backwards in the wooden bird and walked almost to the ground. She reached out to pull me up.

"prick!"

I felt a piercing pain, and my thigh was nailed to the ground, bloody and bloody.

Aung San Baoyan threw out a leg bone rod, and the five fingers of the skeleton stretched out from the rod pierced my leg.

I reached out to Murong Zhi who was flying in, and my body could no longer move forward and was limited to moving in place.

The wind wheel also disappeared, and my vitality was quickly lost.

The wooden bird flew up again, and Aung Shan Baoyan's other leg bone rod cut horizontally towards Murong Zhi's head like a boomerang. She used force to her waist, and a slight penis bridge turned over with an inverted bow-shaped iron plate bridge, and the leg bone rod almost rubbed past.

But after only half a breath, the leg bones that were doing boomerang movements spun back and turned like eyes, and she could no longer avoid it.

We are still alive!

It was Wang Qitai who caught the rewind and the leg bone stick!

He saved both of us.

This turned out to be impossible. I never thought that this scholar who had just burst into tears could complete such a smooth and flowing action like the best Golden Elixir Warrior. His "softness" was used to the brow, and even the huge impact of the leg bone rod was simply resolved by him.

"Thank you for snatching my brother's body for righteousness. You were almost exhausted just now. I really blame myself. If I had practiced martial arts as hard as my brother when I was young, maybe he would not have been killed in the hands of this villa today. I would not make up for my faults, but my brothers were united and their strengths were cut off. I did not do it. Don't follow my footsteps, and trust each other in the future and do not have any rifts."
Chapter completed!