The words of the quasi-saint can be said to have no highlights, which made Yang Jian feel the urge to kill the quasi-saint at the beginning. However, Yang Jian moved his heart and forced himself to endure this idea because Yang Jian thought of a possibility.
It is obvious that the Quasi-Saint wanted to exchange some information for his life, because the intelligence was of great value.
The information that is useful to Yang Jian and his group now is nothing more than the extraterritorial demons.
Since the quasi-saint's subordinates are active in the entire fairy world, it is not impossible to know the situation of some extraterritorial demons.
Yang Jian spread his hands and said indifferently: "Okay, your suggestion is good, and tell me all the information you found. If I think your information is more important than your life, I can consider it at my discretion and let you go.
One horse.”
"No, no!"
The quasi-saint refused without thinking, "Don't lie to me. The reason why you found this place must be because my subordinates betrayed me. Before that, you must have promised to let my subordinates go, but
But my subordinates didn't come back to notify me, which proved that they were all dead and you wouldn't keep your promise."
Yang Jian was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but look up at this quasi-saint.
There is no reason why the other world asked him to command the saint lurking in the Li family. At least that saint could not infer so many things in an instant. However, since the quasi-saint knew that Yang Jian believed, why did he make such suggestions?
The quasi-saint statue saw Yang Jian’s doubts and said with a smile: “You can also know the information, as long as you can take me to the extraterritorial demon. As long as you can do this, what do you want to know
, I can tell you all."
After saying that, the quasi-saint looked at Yang Jian with a smile, and his eyes were filled with a confident light.
His eyes made Yang Jian very disgusted.
He was just a quasi-saint, showing this expression to Yang Jian. Do you really think he will win?
Yang Jian refused without thinking, "Nothing needs to be said, I can't agree to such unreasonable requests. If you want to say, say it quickly; if you don't want to die, be mentally prepared to die quickly.
You are not qualified to struggle in front of me.”
"Smack it..."
The quasi-saint suddenly patted his palm and said, "It's really worthy of being the true Lord of Zhaohui Xiansheng Erlang. He is confident and domineering enough. So, can you let me think about it for a while? It's related to my life and death, and I have to be careful.
”
In fact, during this process, Yang Jian has always been paying attention to the changes in the quasi-saint's expression.
The confident look on his face did not weaken at all, as if everything was under his control. If you insist on saying that there was some peacekeeping, it was probably the hint of uneasiness in his eyes. Judging from the change in his expression,
Yang Jian couldn't tell that he was nervous.
Yang Jian was really impatient by wasting so much time with this quasi-saint.
He said coldly: "Since you don't want to say it, I'll send you on the road. I don't have time to waste it with you here!"
As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, he rushed towards the quasi-saint like an arrow from a string.
When he was still one foot away from the Quasi-Saint, the Quasi-Saint still did not hide.
With the strength gap between Yang Jian and this quasi-saint, Yang Jian felt that he had no chance of avoiding it. But what made Yang Jian puzzled was that he racked his brains at the beginning, thinking that he could live one more second.
The quasi-saint who was instantly terrified of fear.
On the corner of his mouth, Yang Jian even saw a disdainful sneer.
Yang Jian instinctively felt something was wrong, so he paused his feet and stopped attacking.
At this moment, Yang Jian felt a very powerful resistance coming from the front, making him feel that he was not hit by air, but an invisible wall. Yang Jian rushed too fast just now, and he collided violently.
Afterwards, his right hand was slightly numb.
When Yang Jian stopped, the quasi-saint statue knew Yang Jian’s current situation and said proudly: “Is it very uncomfortable? Now I can tell you that this place has many traps, such as the place where you are standing now is
A formation.”
Yang Jian turned around and saw a little light on the ground at his feet. The bright spot was where Yang Jian felt a transparent wall just now. I think the reason why Quasi Saint talked so much to Yang Jian was to
Attract Yang Jian's attention and complete this formation.
Quasi-Saint continued: "When someone stands in your current position, the formation will begin to accumulate strength. The longer the time, the stronger the accumulated strength will be. When you leave, the formation will start. You just now
I've been talking nonsense with me for so long, and now you can't figure it out."
Yang Jian has to admire this quasi-saint's method.
From the twelve caves outside, Yang Jian should actually be able to see that the quasi-saint is not simple. But it was precisely because the other party only had the strength at the quasi-saint level that Yang Jian relaxed his vigilance and touched his way.
Yang Jian said sincerely: "By scheming, there are probably not many people in the world who can compare with you. People like you must have collected a lot of information about the demons outside the domain. To be honest, I was a little moved, but
I'm curious, why do you think your formation can trap me?"
Yang Jian really doesn't know where he got his confidence.
There are all ants under the saints, and this quasi-saint should know nothing about the power of the saints.
However, the quasi-saint seemed not to think so, and said proudly: "Because I have experimented, the object of the experiment is the saint you killed in the Li family. He stood there for less than you, but he still tried his best.
There is no way to get out, I don't believe you can do it."
Seeing that this quasi-saint compared himself with that saint, Yang Jian didn't know what to say.
That was just a saint who was easily killed by Yang Jian.
What qualifications does he have to compare with Yang Jian?
However, after knowing these situations, Yang Jian felt that there was no need to waste time with this quasi-saint.
He clenched his right fist and said, "There are all ants under the saints. It seems that I need you to experience this sentence personally. Although I don't want to use that level of power, I will burst out temporarily with the strength of the quasi-saint.
The lethality of a saint is not impossible.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jian's fist was punched out.
"boom!"
Under Yang Jian's fist, this long-standing array was like glass, and it was broken with just a crisp sound. Moreover, breaking through the array did not waste all Yang Jian's power, and part of the force spilled out to the quasi-saint's body.
, and even added a few wounds to the quasi-saint's face.
The quasi-saint was shocked and stammered, "How is that possible? This is a great formation that even a saint cannot break. How could you, a small quasi-saint, do you?"