"What knife is that?" What did he do?" Watching Chen Jiu's natural sword fetus in autumn, which was placed in high hopes, gradually turned into fragments and disappeared. Everyone dared not underestimate Chen Jiu anymore. His eyes were filled with fear and awe.

At this moment, we finally understand Chen Jiu's meaning of saving face and his behavior of picking up garbage.

Even if it's the Supreme Taoist instrument, I'm afraid it's hard to chop off such power? No, it's certainly not garbage. It's just our clumsy-eyed ignorance.

"Now who else is not convinced, want to compare again stand out, I give you this opportunity!" Chen Jiu-ping's eyes swept away...