Jian Wuyi looked at his eyes the same way, as if he wanted to find the answer in his eyes.

He called "Qingyu", not Qingyu.

Ordinary people have long forgotten the name Qingyu.

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

After he was thirty, he thought that "Feng Qingyu" was too gentle and elegant, so he changed it himself.

He dominated the name Feng Qingzhuo for two hundred years.

Where else will 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, you will sit back and watch them defeat. Those two old ghosts will not cause trouble for you?" Jian Wuyi frowned.

"How do they know when I will be healed? Isn't it okay to pretend to be injured for a few more days?"

"Besides, I'm in seclusion here. Who can expect that the Ghost Sect will be defeated so miserably?"

Feng Qingzhuo sneered.

"They lose like this. Even if they don't say it on the surface, they will definitely cause trouble for you in the future."

The sword has no intention.

"It doesn't matter. They fight against Yiyuan Shen Zong. The more they die, the more they die, the better."

"It's better to take down the One Yuan Shen Realm, the Zixiao Ghost King will also die in the battle. In addition, those two old ghosts are still suffocating in the 'twelve-level death disaster' and will be finished sooner or later."

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

Fengqing Prison Road.

"That's right, anyway, they all have their own ulterior motives and plot against each other. As long as the alliance does not collapse openly, it's fine."

"Nine Palaces have died now, so many people have died, and their deterrence is not as strong as before."

After Jian Wuyi understood, his eyebrows stretched out.

"You are right, fists are the right to speak. As long as we don't reveal flaws, they have to go to Taijifeng Lake to take revenge and go crazy."
Chapter completed!