Wen Yang looked at the astonishing sword light, his face was calm, and his hand was clenched into a fist.
Following his actions, the giant flaming hand in the sky also pointed inwards, clenching into a fist. This ordinary grip contained a huge force, and the giant sword light wrapped in it suddenly became layered. Disintegrate and cease to exist.
Feng Qingyun calmly took back his right hand and looked at the two people at his feet.
When he saw the boy in front of him standing intact, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he arrived in time and caught up!
"May I ask who you are? Why are you obstructing me from doing Tianzong's work?"
Zhou Guang put his hands on his chest and said tentatively with a gloomy expression on his face.
He forcibly executed a blow that exceeded his own cultivation level, causing some internal injuries to his body. He thought he could finally take down the target, but at the critical moment, his ultimate blow was blocked, which made him feel uncomfortable. Vomiting blood.
What made him most uneasy was that the opponent who blocked his attack was obviously an enemy rather than a friend.
Although the person in front of him did not exert any pressure, the invisible aura emanating from his body was terrifyingly strong, many times stronger than his own.
Zhou Guang's heart flashed with a title that made him extremely bitter but the most likely one: Venerable.
I don’t know if moving out of the big mountain of Qian Tianzong can make the other party fearful and give him a little less favor...
He thought so.
Above the sky, when he heard the words "Qian Tianzong", Wen Yang narrowed his eyes and showed an expression of "Sure enough, it is so".
Zhou Guang, who had been paying attention to the changes in his expression, suddenly felt happy, it really worked!
However, just when he wanted to greet the other party with greetings and find out the identity of the other party, a scolding gave up his plan.
"Noisy!"
Wen Yang's figure flashed and appeared in front of Zhou Guang.
After looking Zhou Guang up and down, he remembered that he had met this man before, but the difference in status between the two was too great, so he never left an impression.
When he recognized Zhou Guang, the latter also recognized him.
Zhou Guang's eyes widened: "You are Yang Zun..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Wen Yang was faster than him, and an illusory sword made of flames instantly pierced through his heart, causing the second half of his sentence to be stuck in his throat.
Zhou Guang's voice stopped suddenly, and his body fell back weakly. The flames spread from his chest to his whole body in the blink of an eye, burning fiercely. A look of shock and unwillingness was fixed on his charred cheeks.
A powerful third-level killer was reduced to ashes.
Wei Ci saw it in his eyes and was extremely shocked in his heart. The third level realm, if you say instant kill, it will be an instant kill. Could it be that this person has already entered the legendary fourth level realm?
He walked forward quickly, saluted respectfully and said, "Thank you, senior!"
Wen Yang turned to look at him, sweeping away the ferocious expression just now, with a smile in his tone: "Hey... kid, I haven't seen you for many years, but do you still remember your Uncle Yang?"
Uncle Yang?
When did he get such a relative?
Wei Ci did not dare to directly raise his head and stare at Wen Yang's face. For a strong man, that was extremely rude behavior, but at a glance, he could still clearly see the appearance of the person in front of him.
His dark eyebrows are as thick as peaks, and his eyes are as deep as torches. The breath of time has transformed into a graceful and elegant face, and he is mature but does not look old at all.
Just looking at his face, Wen Yang was definitely a handsome man when he was young.
The dark blue robe is as smooth as new. On ordinary people, it would be extremely ordinary, but on Wen Yang, he exudes a low-key feeling that can only be found among strong men in this world.
But... Wei Ci didn't know him.
Embarrassed.
Just when he didn't know how to respond, Wen Yang seemed to have expected it and answered for him: "That's right. When I first met you, you were no longer than an elbow, so it's normal that I didn't have any impression."
this……
Wei Ci scratched his head, smiled at a loss, and called "Uncle Yang" awkwardly.