Jian Wuyi also looked into his eyes, as if he wanted to find the answer from his eyes.

What he called was ‘Qing Yu’, not Qing Prison.

The name Qingyu has long been forgotten by ordinary people.

That was Feng Qingyu’s name before he was thirty years old!

After turning thirty, he felt that 'Feng Qingyu' was too gentle and elegant, so he changed it himself.

Using the name Feng Qing Yu, he dominated for two hundred years.

Where can there be someone who remembers ‘Feng Qingyu’?

"Why should I take action?" Feng Qingyu asked with a cold smile.

"If you don't take action and sit back and watch their defeat, those two old ghosts won't cause trouble for you?" Jian Wuyi frowned.

"How do they know when I will be healed? Isn't it just a matter of just pretending to be injured for a few more days?"

"Besides, I'm in seclusion here. Who could have expected that this bunch of losers from the Ghost Sect could be defeated so miserably?"

Feng Qingyu sneered.

"If they lose like this, even if they don't say anything on the surface, they will definitely cause trouble for you in the future."

Jian Wuyi said.

"It doesn't matter. The harder they fight against the One Yuan Shen Sect and the more they die, the better."

"It's best to win the Yiyuan Divine Realm and the Zixiao Ghost King also dies in the battle. In addition, those two old ghosts are still holding on to the 'twelfth level of death calamity'. Sooner or later, they will all be finished."

"When these people are all dead, it will be our turn in this world."

Fengqing Prison Road.

"That's right. Anyway, they all have their own agendas and plot against each other. As long as the alliance does not collapse on the surface, it will be fine."

"Now that so many people have died in Jiugong, the deterrent effect is not as strong as before."

After Jian Wuyi figured it out, his brows widened.

"You are right, fists are the right to speak. As long as we don't reveal any flaws, if they want revenge or go crazy, they will have to go to Tai Chi Peak Lake."
Chapter completed!