Wenxuan and Wende should be allowed to deal with such ants. At this moment, Wentian shook his head involuntarily.

"I still can't get rid of the murderous intention in my heart, and I still can't achieve true idealism in everything."

Wentian's words were expressed with emotion and melancholy, which meant that he did not dare to retreat and could not touch the world beyond the Taoist perfection.

For this reason, Wentian was in a bad mood, and the gloominess on his face was evident.

But in Mao Shiba's view, all this was the ultimate humiliation. He killed four eyes in front of him and acted like this, completely treating them as pigs and dogs.

Although their realm is very weak, no one can bear this kind of humiliation, and as long as they have a little bit of ambition, they will pay it back.

Santong's hands were trembling at this moment, his eyes were a little dull, and his expression was a little dazed, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Of course, he and Siyan are good brothers. Siyan took him to spy on a beautiful woman taking a bath, but it was discovered that he was covering his retreat.

An old man in his sixties or seventies doesn't like wine or money. In fact, he doesn't like women either. He just likes to fool around with a group of young people so that he doesn't look old.

But now that Siyan is dead, no one will take him to see beautiful women bathing in the future, and no one will take him to play in the land of smoke and willows anymore.

More than that, Siyan is his brother. When your brother dies in front of you, you can imagine the feeling.

Santong stood up, the beard at the corner of his mouth was trembling constantly, and his eyes were staring at Wentian. At this moment, he was no longer afraid. At this moment, he seemed not to feel the majesty of Wentian.

There was only one thought in his mind, Four Eyes couldn't just die like this, he definitely wouldn't die like this!

Seeing the strange behavior of San Tong, Wu Gou hurriedly pulled him, fearing that he would do something drastic. After all, Wu Gou's brain now knew very well that ants must not jump around, otherwise they would die.

He didn't want to see anyone die again and couldn't accept the unspeakable grief.

"Let me go!"

Santong roared, almost roaring, and looked at Wentian with a wild expression. In fact, they were almost the same age.

Wentian heard the voice and narrowed his eyes slightly, dismissing it.

He didn't take action, he didn't bother to take action, but some people were angry.

Wende stood up, his cold eyes glaring at Santong with murderous intent.

"Are you looking for death?"

The voice asking for virtue suddenly burst out, pointing directly at the three connections. This voice alone was filled with terrifying fluctuations that no ordinary person could handle.

Without any resistance, Santong now seemed to be really like an old man in his twilight years, dying and being beaten away.

Santong broke free from Wugou's hand and smashed his head against the wall. The sound was like an alarm bell in everyone's minds, shocking their minds.

"Three links."

Mao Shiba's voice was very soft, and he could no longer get angry. He was even afraid that the loud voice would affect the three links.

Others were also stiff, feeling that the air around them had changed, unable to move.

Only Mao Shiba rushed over as quickly as possible and helped San Tong up, his face full of anxiety and confusion.

At this moment, Santong was vomiting blood continuously, but his eyes were still looking at Wende with a ridiculous look.

"Eighteen, I may not be able to accompany you anymore. You must walk your own path in the future."

When Santong was talking, blood couldn't stop flowing out. His internal organs had been damaged, and even his Dantian was somewhat broken. If he didn't receive treatment, he would definitely die.

Mao Shiba transferred his spiritual power desperately, trying to save Santong, but he didn't have much spiritual power, at least not able to cure Santong.

"Tee, you won't die, you will never die!"

"You promised me that you will live to be a hundred years old, and I will find you a beautiful wife by then!"

"You must promise me, you damn old man, you can't die!"

Mao Shiba's roar was noisy to San Tong, but it was very comfortable. He hadn't heard Mao Shiba's roar like this for a long time.

"I'm very sleepy, I'll take a nap first."

"No, absolutely not, don't sleep!"

Mao Shiba grabbed San Tong's neck and kept shaking it, which made San Tong very uncomfortable.

"I won't die, please stop shaking me."

Santong couldn't bear it and couldn't help but speak.

Although he was seriously injured, he would not die immediately. As long as someone treated him at this time, he could still survive.

Of course, Su Yan must come forward, and only he can save Santong.

Of course Mao Shiba knew this, and kept shouting at this moment: "Boss Su, come out quickly and save Santong!"

He no longer cares about it. He just wants Su Yan to come out, otherwise his brother Santong will die. He cannot accept the pain of losing two brothers all at once.

Regarding all this, Wentian and others scoffed, and even felt that it was a waste of time. This is not Qiong Yao Theater, and this should not happen.

"Enough!"

Wentian roared angrily, and this voice actually made Mao Shiba dare not speak anymore, because he was suppressed by the pressure of this voice, as if he was carrying Mount Tai on his back.

He was sweating all over his body and felt extremely uncomfortable, making it impossible for him to say anything.

"This is the price you pay for lying. Next, I hope you tell the truth, otherwise others will die because of you."

Wentian's move was not poisonous, which left Mao Shiba with no choice. He couldn't just watch his brother die, absolutely impossible.

"Who exactly is Boss Su?!"

Wentian looked into Mao Shiba's eyes and spoke word by word with a command-like tone.

Mao Shiba paused and said with difficulty: "Boss Su is your lord, and your lord is Boss Su."

Wentian's face turned cold and he scolded: "Don't talk nonsense to me, I'm asking you who he is!"

Mao Shiba showed a sneer. He was suddenly not afraid at this moment, as if the pressure on his body had disappeared.

"Who is he? He is an existence that you have to kneel down and worship!"

Hearing this, Wentian couldn't bear it anymore, and struck out with a palm, which was extremely powerful. The power of this palm was beyond what Mao Shiba could bear.

But Mao Shiba, who was calm in the face of death, did not receive the attack from this palm, because there was a faint golden light that dissipated the power of this palm for him.

This made everyone look overjoyed, and they couldn't help but feel excited. Su Yan was out of seclusion!

It’s not him who else could he be, he was the only one who could withstand Wentian’s fierce attack, it was definitely him.

Wentian naturally felt this wave, and being able to resist his blow must mean that the opponent had two tricks up his sleeve.

Wentian said calmly: "It's interesting, why don't you show yourself?!"

Su Yan was still in the door of death at this moment, his steps were elegant and extremely fast, and at the same time, he heard sounds.

"By disturbing my seclusion, I see that you are really impatient with life!"
Chapter completed!