His master has the realm of the Seven Gods, his skills are extremely powerful and it is difficult for gods and ghosts to resist. It’s just a pity that his master has been dead for five years, otherwise his master would not be able to get on the table if he didn’t die.

Wuwei smiled slightly, reached out to take off the ring on Jiuzhen's finger, and then looked at the sunlight.

He found that it was indeed something that his sect had been chasing for many years, and he was very happy and excited.

He couldn't help looking back at Jiuzhen, and Wuwei said, "What's your name?"

Jiuzhen was not afraid at all, and said with a hard neck: "Listen, your grandfather, my name is Zhang Jiuzhen."

"Hahaha,,,"

Wuwei was not angry at all. On the contrary, he was very happy and very happy.

Wuwei said: "Zhang Jiuzhen? No, no, you are not called Zhang Jiuzhen. According to seniority, the first two words in your name should be called Yunjing. The latter words depend on what your parents have for you.

But it’s a pity that you never have the chance to know the word behind again, because your parents are dead, and no one in this world is qualified to name you.”

Jiuzhen was surprised to hear that he actually knew his seniority. So he must know his life experience, who his parents are, and what their names are.

But obviously, Wuwei didn't want to tell Jiuzhen more. He continued: "You don't have to regret it, because you will die soon. You will meet your parents in the underworld and reunite with them. This is the last thing I can do for you and the only thing."

After saying that, he stopped hesitating and swung his five fingers towards Jiuzhen. Suddenly, an extremely strong vitality and wind flew towards Jiuzhen.

Jiuzhen only felt an extremely strong force coming towards him, but she could not move at all. Not to mention resisting, she could not even hide.

At this critical moment, this force was intercepted by a white light when it was about to touch Jiuzhen.

The power of Wuwei suddenly stopped and then disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

Wuwei was shocked and looked around and shouted loudly: "Who is it? Come out, who is ruining my business, come out quickly."

At this time, an old face appeared in the air. It was true, it was just chasing the old man.

Kuzhuan looked at Jiuzhen. Seeing that Jiuzhen was fine, he looked at Wuwei again, Kuzhuan said, "My friend, you catch this person, he is very important to me. I hope you can let him go."

Wuwei obviously didn't know the old man Kuzhu, and was not afraid of the old man Kuzhu. He angrily said, "What are you? My Heishan League has been chasing their family for thousands of years. How could you let it go just by saying that you can let it go?"

The old man Kuzhu smiled slightly, showed a kind smile, and the old man Kuzhu nodded and said, "Very good, you are right. I shouldn't have discussed it with you, I'm wrong."

Wuwei thought he was giving in to the old man's words, but he didn't know that it was not the case at all.

He was not angry after chasing the old man's shadow in the sky. He just waved his hand without waiting for Wuwei to speak. Suddenly, Wang Dieshan rolled up a hurricane and rolled up and blew away everyone.

Even though their cultivation is not low, in the face of this hurricane, they are as weak as an ant, blown away by the hurricane without a trace.

Wuwei was shocked. He did not expect that the old man in front of him was so powerful. He had not yet appeared. He just waved his hand and solved all the people from the Heishan League on the mountain. To be fair, even his master could not do this.

After being surprised, I don’t have to think too much, and then I want to resist and use my magical powers.

But at this moment he found that he could not even realize the basic operation of luck. If a practitioner cannot even be lucky, then he is no different from an ordinary person.

Wuwei was surprised because he had never encountered such a problem. Even if he competed with his master in the past, his master could not achieve the ability to trap his luck. Wuwei was surprised and looked at the phantom of the old man who was chasing him again.

Who is he? Why is he so strong?

At this time, when he went to see the old man who chased him again, he no longer looked down upon him. Some were just fear, deep fear from the heart.

The old man who chased the chasing turned to look at Jiuzhen and said, "Master, you shouldn't be so risky. This is a very irresponsible behavior. I hope you don't do this again next time."

Jiuzhen nodded and replied sincerely: "Okay, I won't know next time, please don't worry, Master Sheng."

"The Supreme Saint Master?"

Wuwei heard it a little familiar, and he kept thinking about it in his mind. This time, he was covered in cold sweat on his back.

Wuwei pointed to the old man Kuzhu and said, "Can you be the most holy master of the Wanmo Sect? Kuzhu and?"

Jiuzhen smiled slightly and replied, "Do you still need to ask this? Could it be that other sects also have such a name?"

Wuwei has no expression on his face. Not to mention that the skills of the Supreme Saint Master are unfathomable, he has never heard of anyone who has been defeated in the hands of the Supreme Saint Master. He is simply a legendary figure.

Just talking about the Wanmo Sect, just this name, can already be rampant and lawless.

Wuwei was frightened, and thought of chasing the old man to call Jiuzhen the leader. Thinking of the Wanmo Sect’s new leader a few days ago, could this boy in front of him be the new Wanmo Sect’s leader?

Wuwei no longer dared to think about it anymore. He couldn't stand steadily and was trembling. Finally, he spread it on the ground.

The old man Kuchai waved his hand again, sealing Wuwei's cultivation level, and finally told Jiuzhen to leave as soon as possible after finishing the matter, and then disappeared.

Jiuzhen squatted down, looked at Wuwei with a stupid face, and said, "Do you know why the hurricane doesn't blow you away? You should be a smart person, so I don't need to say more."

As he spoke, Jiuzhen snatched the ring in Wuwei's hand and took it seriously back to his fingers, waiting for Wuwei's answer.

But this guy didn't say a word. Jiu Zhen came this time, and he was full of anger. If he didn't speak, could he be allowed to do so?

Jiuzhen punched him out with one punch, directly hitting him in the face, and hitting him three or four feet away.

Wuwei's cultivation was sealed by the old man at this time, and it was like a chicken, without any resistance. He still wanted to get furious when he got up, but he was kicked away by Jiuzhen.

Wuwei was kicked more than ten feet away, and his mouth was covered in blood and his body was covered in dust.
Chapter completed!