Chapter 77 Let the Stone Fly

The four people of Wang Wujian suddenly felt dwarfed. A master of the floating spirit realm can easily put dozens of martial spirits in the refining realm of Wang Wujian. This trip may cause murder.

"This, this can't all blame me, Master Qian. You don't know the situation at that time. He is a war maniac and a combat maniac. When I met my opponent, I didn't even have a chance to attack and was defeated by him. He was fast and accurate. He was really too powerful. If I attacked him at the beginning, such as If you fail, you will be even more hopeless. You said, right? Zhang Jun defended, trying to win something back for himself.

"Excuse! You made me lose..." Qian Jia suddenly got stuck and turned to a gloomy smile, "Since you are so useless, I'll just let you be a loser."

"Ah?" Zhang Jun was shocked. He did not suspect that Qian Jia's words were intimidation. This kind of evil method is well known to everyone, and even if he is angry, there is no place to be wronged.

"Master Qian, you can't blame me for this. It's all about Fang Xiaomei. It's all her. If she hadn't suddenly appeared and poked the weapon on the back of Wang Wujian, he would have been defeated long ago. It's all her." Zhang Jun rushed to the hospital and shouted in panic.

"She? Bah!" Qian Jia spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm and fell on Zhang Junhong's white face and said, "It was because of her that I pressed a big chip!" And you, you rubbish and fool, let me lose! Shouldn't I take it out on you?"

Qian Jia was furious at the thought of being a partner for Wang Wujian for three days, and then punched and kicked Zhang Jun. Fortunately, he also had a sense of moderation and didn't want to kill people. Otherwise, with his strength, he could kill Zhang Jun's little life with only one foot to use his martial soul!

"What should I do? Will you be killed?" Hou Aji asked Wang Wujian in a low voice.

"This is what he deserves. Let Qian Jia call for a while before watching!" Wang Wujian responded in a low voice.

"Master Qian, please spare my life! I really don't want to do it! Please let me go. You give me a chance to make up for it. I will do my best..." Zhang Jun begged loudly.

Qian Jia didn't talk to him, just to vent his unhappiness, and his iron fist flew straight to Zhang Jun.

After a while, the attendant behind him came forward and reminded, "Young master, don't fight again. You will be killed!"

Qian Jia stopped and took a deep breath.

"Dead?" Qian Jia stared at the man and flew out again. Zhang Jun hit the wall firmly again, and a larger stone fell and hit him.

"What about human life?" Qian Jia said viciously, "This boy deserves to die!"

The man did not continue to talk, and his expression stood still. It seemed that Zhang Jun's life and all the consequences in the future had nothing to do with him.

"Cang!"

Qian Jia suddenly pulled out the knife in his entourage's hand. The man was shocked, but then calmed down.

It is a double-edged knife made of yellow titanium. Anyone can guess that it can cut iron like mud. It is a rare good weapon.

"Today, I will cut off your hands as a punishment for the failure of your mission!" Qian Jia smiled gloomily and said that he did not use his martial soul. Zhang Jun moaned and rolled to the ground step by step with the knife. Qian Jia's ferocious face was reflected on the yellow knife light.

"Money, young master Qian, young master Qian, spare my life! Please give me a chance. Please keep my hands. I will definitely make a cow and a horse for you in the future. Zhang Jun pleaded.

"Thank you for your poor sincerity, but I have too many cows and horses to be useless like you." Qian Jia raised his knife and sneered.

"Master Qian, please let me go!" Zhang Jun moved on the ground, and his face was extremely twisted and bloodless.

Qian Jia stepped forward, stepped on his left wrist, and raised the double-edged knife with his right hand. The golden blade was suddenly shrouded in the dark blue soul light, and the square became iron blue within a foot, as if even the air had been abused.

Seeing the blue light falling, Zhang Jun's pupils dilated his nose, but Qian Jia's face showed a cruel smile.

At this time, a strange red light flew from outside the back wall and hit Qian Jia's door.

"Ah!" Qian Jia was concentrating on raising the knife and waiting to be cut. There was an attack. When he looked at it in a hurry, the red light was in front of him and hit his white cheek with a strong sound.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Qian Jia covered his face and screamed. He stretched out his palm and saw that it was a stone the size of a thumb. His palm was already stained with bright red blood, and the blood on his cheeks had already flowed. Suddenly, his skin opened and blood flowed.

Who is it? Which son of a bitch is so despicable? Qian Jia lost his knife and roared loudly at the wall with his hands covering his face.

At the same time, the man next to him caused the knife with his hand through the air. The blade was instantly covered with dark blue light, and the brightness was far above Qian Jia. He was a master close to the realm of the spiritual emperor.

The man frowned and cut a knife at the power of the wall, but he saw a strong light flashing through, like a nine-day thunder, and the whole wall burst into the outside.

Although the gravel flew across and the dust flew, there was no dust entering the inner side of the yard under the shield of the man's powerful soul power.

Qian Jia endured the severe pain of her cheeks and ran to the edge of the broken wall and looked down. She saw a clear artificial river more than ten meters below. There were no human figures and no trace of human beings. Moreover, the clarity of the river was only for the upstream, because the downstream was already turbid and the scenery inside could not be seen at all.

"Is someone eavesdropping?" The two people at the door rushed over and asked at the first time. They also held the iron-blue blade in their hands, and there was a belligerent light in their eyes. It seemed that they had been waiting for such a scene for many days.

"He ran away!" The man who destroyed the wall withdrew the knife from the scabbard and replied indifferently that he was still the insipid thing that had nothing to do with himself, and even Qian Jia, who was ashamed and crazy, did not pay attention to it.

A moment later, several other martial arts who ran out to track returned breathlessly from all directions, saying that they had not found any voyeurs. Qian Jia was even more angry when she heard the words, and she kept roaring and insulting at the river bank and several people around him like a crazy beast.

Later, the two looked at the blood on Qian Jia's face overflowing from their fingers. They knew that the injury was not light and said with concern, "Young master, let's leave this matter first. Let's go to the hospital to dress up first."

"Wrap a fart!" Qian Jia said angrily, "How many top masters of the floating spirit realm? Humph! The enemy is lurking around without being aware of it. How do you become a master? What was thrown over just now was a stone. What if it was a highly poisonous dagger? Did you show my body to my father?

Facing Qian Jia's angry roar, several masters were speechless. Who makes people the master and the servant!