If mountains do not turn, the water will always be like this.

Since the sword light came up, the old man named Tuoba disappeared in that moment.

It was like dust, which dissipated as soon as the wind blew, but it was not dust, but a person, a living person, that disappeared into the eyes of all of them.

This sudden scene made everyone present confused. Even Li Du and the other two on Dakang's side were the same.

Seeing Cong turned into a gust of wind and disappeared in Tuoba's priest, the seven people's heads buzzed, and their scalp was numb. No, they should be numb.

"Damn it!!"

It's just a ghost. The lucky cover that can be called a turtle shell in the world has never seen anyone break it. Today, it's really a big wife who was in the head of the sedan chair.

At this moment, the remaining seven people raised their hearts to their throats. What the hell is going on?

The Master Mangmang's eyes were deep. Thinking of the sword light that lit up before Tuoba's lifetime, his face suddenly became sad.

What he didn't want to happen happened.

"Amitabha!! Mr. Jia is really a blessing. I didn't expect that he could drive the treasure of the immortals!!"

As soon as this statement came out, the other six people stood on the spot as if they were struck by lightning.

"Monk, what do you mean by that?"

The lame old Taoist asked unwillingly.

The tone of the Mausoleum, I didn't know whether it was complicated or amazed, spoke softly.

"The immortal weapon in the hand of Mr. Xu Wei is probably falling into the hands of Mr. Jia! Otherwise, Mr. Tuoba's body-protecting magical power would be enough to block his attack. Now, everyone, be careful!!"

As soon as this statement was spoken, everyone's fear became even more serious, and they even had the idea of ​​retreating.

Seeing that everyone was hesitating, the lame Taoist priest said in his heart, "It's going to be bad!"

The other party's display of such methods was like a bolt from the blue for them. The original hearts of everyone were directly dispersed by this blow.

"Mr. Jia, the attack just now has drained the spiritual energy in your body, right?"

When everyone heard this, their eyes narrowed again. Most of the Immortal Soldiers had no chance to get in touch with them. If Jia Guan really only had one blow, then the things in front of him would no longer be a disaster, but a good thing, a great thing.

If they can get that immortal weapon, whether they hand over or keep it themselves, it will be a great blessing.

So everyone's eyes gathered on the young man in front of him again, but unlike before, this time, their eyes were no longer fear and fear, but heat and hesitation.

This is the human heart.

When Jia Yuan heard this, he smiled softly.

He ignored the gaze of these seven people, and his breath was taken back by him. He said in a playful tone: "Ah! It seems to have been drained."

When everyone heard this, they were delighted at first, but the next moment they became silent again.

If Jia Guan didn't say anything, did nothing, and remained silent, they wouldn't be so difficult to choose.

Even if they say an ambiguous statement or deny it, they won't be like this. But the current statement makes them dare not really believe it.

If it were really drained, this champion Hou would have fallen from the sky long ago. How could he stay in the air?

Real Man Miaomiao smiled bitterly in his heart and cursed her inwardly. The young man is really unexpected. How should he deal with this answer?

Could it be that the other party is talking nonsense?

"Amitabha!!"

At this time, Master Mangmang spoke again. In this situation, he knew that if he did not take action, the hearts of the people would probably be dispersed, and this time the siege would probably be lost.

"Mr. Jia, monks do not lie!!"

Jia Guan nodded and repeated what the other party said.

"Master, monks don't lie!"

The monk was stunned. The other party's move to attack Zi's shield with his spear was quite a bit Zen-like, but he didn't mean that.

"The human world is not a fairyland, and the immortal soldiers are not ordinary soldiers. Monk, I don't know what methods the marquis has used to drive the immortal soldiers, but the marquis does not seem to know that the immortal soldiers of Xu Wei donor are not ordinary immortal soldiers. Even the celestial immortals will be drained from all the immortal energy in their bodies in an instant!"

"The Marquis doesn't have to set up a suspicion array. If the Marquis's body is full of breath, then we should be dead at this moment!!"

Hearing the monk's words, Jia Feng still smiled softly.

"Monk, why don't you try it?"

When the Magami heard this, he remained silent and looked at it carefully. He was sure that Jia Wen at this moment definitely did not have enough spiritual energy to drive the immortal weapon, otherwise the war would have begun long ago.

But it does not mean that the opponent has no power to attack. However, no one present is willing to accept the power of attack, because if he can't handle it, he will follow in the footsteps of Tuoba Laoer.

When Li Du and his friends heard this conversation, they probably thought so. They were not fools, so they naturally didn't want to be the first bird, but wanted to be the fisherman and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

"Mr. Jia is so scheming!!"

The monk sighed, put his palms together in front of him.

"Master, so scheming!"

Jia Feng replied seriously.

"Since that's the case, I would like to learn the Marquis's master's skills!"

The Master Mangmang glanced at the people around him and sighed. To be honest, he was unwilling to take action. After all, the danger was the greatest when taking action at this time.

But the more time delays, the more unfavorable it will be for them, because Jia Yuan has more time to recover, so he may not be able to use a single blow, but can kill everyone present.

"Monk!!"

The face of Miaomiao changed and he shouted anxiously.

This is different from what they discussed before. Isn’t it a waste of all previous efforts to take action?

The Master Mangmang recited a Buddhist verse.

"Amitabha, who will go to hell if I don't go to hell!"

Jia Guan looked at the monk and then at the others. These people kept a certain distance from him, but formed a siege against him.

A hint of sarcasm flashed across his eyes.

If he was in a different place, he would never be like this. Even if he had the opportunity to be in the future, he would probably not have much success in the future.

However, when he thought of those girls, his eyes became a little different again. Perhaps he was also such a person. He had always heard of the fact that Baijing was transformed into soft fingers, but he had not felt much emotion. Today, his feelings seemed to be particularly deep.

"The autumn has happened several times in the wind and snowman, and this evening night can be made into wine. I raise my glass to invite the three of you to drink, and I and the spring breeze fill the Red Building."

Jia Feng sighed quietly, his eyes becoming firm, extremely firm.

He didn't want to wake up this dream. Although it was not satisfactory, it was still a good dream.

"Monk..."

"Mr. Jia?"

"Do you know that you are on the sign?"

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Chapter completed!