Wang Lun's eyes gradually dissipated. No matter how angry or unwilling he was in his heart, he had to accept this shameful fate.

Yi Tian looked at Wang Lun, whose face was gradually distorted and dull, and opened his mouth.

Time gradually fell into darkness, and Wang Lun could no longer hear what Yi Tian was saying, but from his lips, he knew that Yi Tian was saying word by word: "Go... die...!"

Before he finished speaking, the Ruyi Sword disappeared again, as if it had never appeared. The only thing that had witnessed its existence was the inch of red dot on Wang Lun’s eyebrows at this moment...

Yi Tian looked at Wang Lun deeply, gently dusted off the dust from his robe, turned indifferently and walked towards Yang Zixiao and Luo Miaoyu who had been stunned.

Wang Lun's fist was still raised in the air, stiff and motionless, his eyes wide open, and his sudden eyeballs seemed to fall out of his eye sockets at any time.

puff!

Blood arrows spurted out from the middle of the eyebrows...

Bang!

Wang Lun's body fell heavily backwards.

"I forgot to tell you that so far, all the people who tried to kill me are no longer in this world." Yi Tian turned slowly, looked up at the vast sky, and muttered to himself, "It was like this before, but it will be like this in the future."

Under the night sky, the breeze was blowing gently, and a white dress flickered, and a cold and lonely figure seemed so arrogant in the moonlight.

He is like a statue, which has been around for thousands of years but still stands tall;

He was like a god of killing, but Tu Wanxiong still didn't touch his body;

His name is Yi Tian.

A small person who is unwilling to be lonely, disobeys fate, grits his teeth, waves his sword, and is determined to break out of the enemy's heavy encirclement.

"Xiaotian, is it okay?" Luo Miaoyu walked to Yitian eagerly and carefully examined his injuries.

"It's okay." Yi Tian shook his head and stared at the love man in front of him. His cold heart gradually turned into a tenderness that surrounded his fingers.

"Boss, you are getting more and more powerful." Yang Zixiao's eyes were filled with a hot light, and his eyes looking at Yi Tian were filled with envy and admiration.

He was originally the leader of the right path in the Dream Continent and a disciple of the inner sect of the Tianjian Sect who has been famous for thousands of years. He had seen all the talented geniuses in the sect. He had fantasized more than once that he could transform into a martial arts genius one day, laughing proudly and shaking the world.

Once upon a time, he envied the geniuses in the sect. Facing them, his weak heart was filled with pitiful inferiority.

However, at this moment, facing Yi Tian, ​​who was constantly creating miracles and slashing terrifying enemies under the sword, he could not feel any jealousy in his heart. His only mood was yearning and worship.

Yi Tian, ​​the boss he identified as, is the most infamous genius in this world and the most worthy person in this world.

The so-called geniuses in those sects are nothing. If you have the genius, you can also explore and practice on your own. If you have the genius, you should not rely on the sect's resources. If you have the genius, you can defeat the masters of the genius with the strength that you have not even reached the level of power. If you have the genius, you can go against the temple and Zhang Tianfang.

genius?

snort!

It's simply a scumbag in front of my boss.

Well, it's also a scum in front of me.

Yang Zixiao was silently YY, as if he saw the scene of himself trampling those so-called geniuses who were usually above the top.

Hehe, that feeling must be very good!

"What do you think? I'll dig your eyes after looking." Yi Tian seemed to notice Yang Zixiao's fanatical gaze, and kicked him into the butt with a sudden kick, kicking him several meters away.

"Oh, boss, how could you be so cruel? I am a wounded patient, why did you bear it?" Yang Zixiao screamed, struggled to get up from the ground, and cried with a grievance.

"Oh, have I taken action?" Yi Tian looked at Yang Zixiao with an innocent face and asked in a daze.

"Uh..." Yang Zixiao was stunned and touched the back of his head, speechless.

It seems that Yi Tian did not do anything because he was moving his feet.

"Find a place to heal your wounds, otherwise I don't mind opening a few holes in you." Yi Tianyun said lightly...

"Don't, boss, don't do it. I know I'm wrong. I'll find a place to rest and heal my wounds immediately." Yang Zixiao secretly glanced at the dead Wang Lun. Seeing the gradually dry blood holes pierced by Yi Tian, ​​he suddenly shuddered all over his body and said hurriedly.

"Hmph." Yi Tian curled his lips, snorted coldly, signaling Luo Miaoyu to sit down, then turned around and walked towards Wang Lun's four corpses.

"Boss, what are you going to do?" Yang Zixiao couldn't help asking curiously.

"You are stupid, they are all dead, then I must be searching for spoils." Yi Tian threw Yang Zixiao an idiot's look, but his hands were not slow at all. He stripped Wang Lun and the other three men in black all over the place, and then plundered the spoils in a straightforward manner.

"Wow, there is indeed silver." Yi Tian saw the silver from the pile of clothes, his eyes suddenly shone, and the corners of his mouth drooled. He stuffed the dozen taels of silver he found into his pocket, and continued to search, "Looking for it again, there should be silver."

"Damn, why is this guy poorer than me? Damn, he doesn't even have a penny on him." Yi Tian was furious and tore the second set of clothes to pieces, turning his target to the third set of clothes.

"Well, it's fine, there are still a few taels at least. Damn, it seems that he is a pauper." Yi Tian frowned, cursed and threw his clothes aside.

"Huh? What is this? It looks like a brand?" Yi Tian took out a sign from Wang Lun, looked at it through the moonlight, and vaguely saw the four words "Tianyu Temple" written on the sign.

Yi Tian was plundering here with great joy, but Yang Zixiao and Luo Miaoyu were already stunned. The four eyes were wide open, and their mouths were even more open and they could stuff two dinosaur eggs, as if they had seen something incredible.

"It's too embarrassing, too expensive. Boss, you are a master who is a master of the Idea Realm. How can you do such a thing that makes money? If someone sees it, you won't be laughed to death." Yang Zixiao murmured in dismay.

Yi Tian's radiant eyes and impatient appearance did not have the style of a master he had admired and envied before. He looked like a rich slave who was extremely greedy and did not even let go of the dead.

Woo, the boss in my mind, the hero in my mind, please return him to him.

"Don't you, a big-headed ghost, I'm so hard to kill him, and I've been kicked by him a few times. Shouldn't I ask him to pay for some medical expenses, hard work and mental loss?" Yi Tian looked at Yang Zixiao's misfortune and angry at him, and he was so angry that he was angry that he was not fighting. He glared at him fiercely and said, "What's more, he's dead. It's useless to keep the money. Instead of taking advantage of others, it's better to take advantage of me first."

"Uh...this is OK?" Yang Zixiao asked blankly.

"Why can't it? If you accidentally die one day, remember to bring more money on your body, so I can take it for myself." Yi Tian curled his lips.

"Ah, no..." Yang Zixiao was stunned. There is no boss in this world who always thinks about letting himself die and plundering his own money.

"puff!"

Luo Miaoyu looked at Yi Tian with a scoundrel with a hippie face, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and smiled, Yi Tian was really becoming more and more nonsense.
Chapter completed!