Starting from Orion, kill a Martial Saint

Chapter 263 The remnants

Liang Nanxun inserted his fingers deeply into his hair and kneaded it continuously. Soon, his hair was kneaded into a huge chicken coop.

All he felt was a numb scalp.

Yan Bai's soul formation was actually broken?

And it was still broken by Wei Zheng using brute force? !

How is this possible?

But looking at the ancestor's determined look, it didn't look like he was joking.

This kind of talent - maybe it's already better than myself?

It is true that if there is a life and death fight, with his century-old experience and accumulated magical powers, he will definitely be able to kite Wei Zheng, a reckless man, to death.

But if there was a real confrontation, I'm afraid I would have to weigh it again whether I could defeat Wei Zheng.

What kind of monster is this!

A month and a half! Only one and a half months!

Has it actually reached this level? No one would believe this level of perversion, right? But this kid really did it!

Keep it! We must keep this kid!

Whether it is the Buddhism seeking revenge or the strength of the evil Buddha behind Juehui, he must be at the forefront! We must not let those bald donkeys harm Wei Zheng!

"It is estimated that once this news gets out, the Buddhists will probably never go after Wei Zheng again." The ancestor's voice also contained a trace of concern.

"But this is the most troublesome thing - those bald donkeys from Buddhism must want to win over him again, and other forces will definitely be ready to take action."

The ancestor sighed, feeling a little emotional. "It seems that no matter what, I have to go to the battlefield in Jizhou."

After hearing what his ancestor said, Liang Nanxun finally recovered from his shock and ecstasy.

Yes, the strength displayed by Wei Zheng will definitely cause competition among the major forces, and the Green Sword Sect has definitely become a threat in their eyes.

The best way to get rid of this threat is to use the battlefield to get rid of the ancestor - how can a sect without the protection of a true immortal still have the strength to compete with other sects?

It's a good thing that Wei Zheng is so talented - but if he can't keep it, it will bring disaster to the Qingjian Sect in advance.

"How about - just abandon him?" Liang Nanxun's voice was hesitant. Giving up on Wei Zheng meant that the Qingjian Sect would not become enemies with other forces, so the Qingjian Sect would still have a chance to buffer for a while.

"Are you willing?" Ancestor Qingjian directly rejected the proposal without even thinking about it.

"We must fight! We must fight! Even if I go to the battlefield, with him here, the Qingjian Sect will naturally return to its peak!" The voice of the Qingjian Ancestor left no room for doubt.

"I, Gu Yueyi, have lived for five thousand years. I am already good enough to leave a good life for the sect. I have no regrets in this life."

The ancestor whispered to himself, as if he had made some kind of determination.

"Besides—the major sects don't know about this yet, we still have time." When Gu Yueyi said this, his voice regained a bit of excitement.

"This period of time is enough for us to train him properly."

"Although...it only lasts for a month at most. After one month, this kid's name will be spread throughout Daqian..."

Is there only one month left?

Liang Nanxun bit his lip and became anxious.

Doesn't this mean that the ancestor will go to the battlefield in Jizhou in a month?

I don’t know when the ancestor left.

Liang Nanxun quietly looked at the lake in front of him, watching the spring breeze causing ripples on the water, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

The wind is blowing.

He looked up at the sky and saw that the clouds were blocking the sunlight.

The sun seemed to be trying hard to penetrate into the earth through the gaps in the cumulus clouds, but in the end, it only left a golden rim on the edge of the cumulus clouds.

"Huh--" Liang Nanxun flicked his sleeves and robes, and the cumulus clouds were blown away in an instant, and the large swaths of sunlight finally stopped splashing and fell on the lake.

"In that case——" Liang Nanxun whispered secretly. "Then let's have a fight."

"Sect Master, is what you just said true?"

Elder Liu finally regained control of his body, and his old face had been distorted by surprise.

He seemed to have heard something extraordinary by chance. Things are going to change

Wei Zheng naturally didn't know about the turmoil in Qingjian Sect. At this moment, he was chewing the noodles in his mouth, suspicious.

Inexplicable and strange whispers began to appear in his ears.

It was like the sound of a monk chanting sutras, or like the sticky sound of tentacles rubbing against each other, making blisters.

"Hold!"

With a bang, Wei Zheng hammered the table in front of him into fine powder.

damn it! Just got rid of Juehui! Now it comes to my mind again what kind of bullshit is this!

Do these beasts like to seize homes so much? !

Who is it this time? Where did the donkey horse egg come from?

Wei Zheng was about to laugh out loud. Was it because he disliked himself for not upgrading fast enough, and there was another being who wanted to gain experience for himself? !

court death! Totally seeking death!

"Sir." Behind the counter, the waiter was shaking with fear.

"Uh-sorry, I'll pay for it."

Wei Zheng casually snapped his fingers, and suddenly a bright silver ingot appeared in his hand, and he threw it to the waiter in front of him.

The waiter was so frightened that he didn't dare to answer the call. He hid behind the counter, causing the wine jar on the counter to shake and tremble.

"." Wei Zheng suddenly realized something.

A trace of the soul in his hand was pulled out, and it quickly wrapped around the "table" that he had beaten to pieces. As the soul merged, something happened that surprised the waiter.

I saw that the table that had already turned into powder was restored like this under my nose? A newer table again?

Is this a fucking god?

After Wei Zheng left, it wasn't until more than half an hour later that the waiter walked tremblingly to the table and touched the table with his hand.

Updated. Even the oil stains are gone. Damn it. Could this be a dream?

There was a bang, and the waiter didn't believe it. He slapped his hand on the table with all his strength, and instantly let out a violent scream.

pain!It hurts!

This is not a fucking dream!

The waiter was ecstatic!

I've met a fucking god!

"No wonder after becoming immortals, they are not interested in mundane gold and silver - they can be transformed into it at will." Walking on the street, Wei Zheng transformed into a small fan and played with it in his hand, secretly amazed in his heart. .

Being an immortal is really fun. .

"Sir, please stay."

A voice from behind suddenly stopped Wei Zheng.

Wei Zheng frowned.

Behind him, he saw an old beggar who was covered in filth, with a stooped body and a face full of murderous blood.

This breath

Wei Zheng's heart sank immediately.

That's right, they are still the remnants of the Blood and Fire Society.

These inexhaustible beasts actually found their way to their heads again!

Aren't you afraid of death?

"Young master, it's okay for you to kill me - but you have to know that even if you kill me, someone else will find you soon." The old beggar bared his yellow teeth and his eyes were full of confidence.

"It's better to listen to me."

(End of this chapter)