His face was covered with spots of old people, and he seemed to be about to get lost, half of which was under the loess.

He did not blame Wang Zhan or the others. He just glanced at the two corpses on the ground and waved his cuffs.

"Since you are dead in the arena to compete and personal fights, don't blame the sect for not giving you a reputation. It's okay, if you don't bring it to life, if you don't bring it to death, go, go..."

Huh...huh...huh...

The body fell like a bottomless cliff. In a blink of an eye, it turned into a small black dot, circling the canyon under the whistling wind, and I don’t know where it went.

Only the little blood that remained on the edge of the cliff proved the traces of his existence.

It was originally in the past, as smooth as new. Obviously, there was no place for dead people within the sect.

After dealing with these things, the old man looked kind and looked at Wang Zhan with no threat in his eyes, and praised him softly like an ordinary old man.

"The sword technique is very powerful! It seems that the Federation has finally ushered in the first peak of the entire human race's martial arts. If you want to create such a sword technique, if you lack combat, you will be rootless duckweed."

Although he did not say it clearly, he directly pointed out the arrival of Wang Zhan. The outside world, or the Federation?

"Is it really that hypothetical pattern?"

"Federal? How is it possible..."

"Impossible. With so many forces intertwined, who would easily give up power?"

"Can it be that a human hero can suppress the world for generations? But who is it, Bluestone Peak or Hotan Road..."
Chapter completed!