Wu Yunxian shouted again: "Yang Jian, your strength is indeed very good, but our strength has not yet recovered. If we were at the peak of our strength, how dare you be so arrogant?"

"oh?"

Yang Jian nodded: "That's right!"

boom!

Yang Jian raised his foot, gathered his magic power, and stepped hard on Wu Yunxian's back again.

With this kick, cracks suddenly appeared on Wu Yunxian's huge back, and countless bones cracked and shattered.

"Senior Wu Yun, when you recover, I, Yang Jian, will be waiting for you!"

"you……"

Just as Wu Yunxian was about to speak, he saw a cold look on the man on his back, and his heart suddenly became cold and he stopped talking.

He had a premonition that if he said another word, I am afraid that this time, he would really be trampled to death by the former!

So, he hesitated!

In other words, he was a little scared!

The Winged Immortal on the three-pointed two-edged gun also saw it, and his tone softened immediately, saying: "Yang Jian, you are indeed very strong! But you also understand that now that the Three Realms are resurrected, all the dead ancient gods will return again.

!”

"All this will start again!"

"We who intercept and explain the teachings will definitely restore the glory of ancient times!"

"You are quite strong now. If you can join the Jie Cult, you will definitely have a big contribution when the leader returns!"

Yang Jian turned his wrist, and the magic power swept through the three-pointed two-edged gun, and the golden-winged roc eagle suddenly screamed in pain.

"Next, I say, you answer!"

"Otherwise, I think it would be better for you two seniors to die again!"

"Yang Jian!"

Feather Wing Immortal endured the severe pain and roared angrily: "You treated us like this today. Aren't you afraid that my Jie Jiao disciples will come back to settle the score with you?"

"Even if you are in the realm of Da Luo, can you fight against the countless disciples of my Jie Sect?"

"You have to think clearly!"

"Noisy!"

A cold look flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and he pulled out a three-pointed two-edged spear so fiercely that he then slashed it down from top to bottom.

"ah!"

The Golden-winged Dapeng Eagle screamed, and one of its wings fell off, blood sprayed to the ground, and the Winged Immortal's facial features were distorted in pain.

"Two seniors, let me reiterate!"

"Next, what do you ask me and what do you answer?"

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, next time, I guarantee that the gun in my hand will blow off your head!" If you like Yang Jian's Zhutian Life Simulation, please collect it: (https://www.haimawx.com) Yang Jian's Zhutian Life
Chapter completed!