"Sure enough, if you hit the younger one, the older one will come out. This is really the old truth."
Xiao Naihe smiled faintly and looked at Bing Zhanxin without caring at all.
The Bingchi God next to him also had an expressionless face, even though he was from a military strategist.
But what happened back then, and the fact that he hadn't seen anyone from the military family for many years now, meant that he had no feelings for the military family for a long time.
For him, the current military strategist has no other meaning besides being an important place in his cultivation process.
As for the people Bingchi Shen knew, they were probably dead long ago.
When the Bingchi God was still around, it was actually the era of the human race, and there were also wars between the human race and other races in that era.
Military strategists also sent people to participate in the war.
At that time, the military strategists were not just one or two semi-saints, and all the military masters who died in many battles were known to the God of Soldiers.
Therefore, to the Bingchi God, the current military strategists are indeed no different from Mo Di.
As for Bing Zhanxin and Bing Zhongwen in front of him, he really didn't recognize them.
"There are two great military strategists. The younger one is called Bing Zhan Xin. I think he is you."
"That's right, I have a fighting spirit. Since you know this is the territory of the military strategist, you still dare to cause trouble in the military strategist's city, and even hurt our military strategists."
Xiao Naihe shook his head and said with a pityful tone: "Don't you elders know what your junior military strategists have done? I'd better teach them a lesson for you senior military strategists."
"Even if I, a member of the military family, make any mistakes, outsiders like you are not allowed to interfere."
"Tsk tsk tsk, Bingyu Qiangui is a saint of the human race. He is really good at educating the human race. Unfortunately, he is not good at educating his own family. If all the children of the military strategist are like this, it seems that your military strategist will not have any good development in the future. of."
Xiao Naihe was talking to Bingchishen in the following words.
Bingchi Shen just smiled faintly.
Military strategists are indeed getting worse and worse.
When the Bingchi God was still there, at least the children of the Bing family, and even the guards in their mansion, were all strong in cultivation, and there were many masters of the Wuyuan realm.
But Bingchi Shen can now feel that there are not many Wuyuan strongmen in the Bingjia, far less than one-third of the number when he was still there.
Bingchi Shen couldn't help but feel disappointed with this soldier.
If the military strategist did not have a powerful saint, he would still be able to maintain the military strategist's heritage.
Otherwise, they would have been abandoned long ago.
"It's the same thing, it's rotten. It doesn't know how to adapt at all, it's embarrassing."
This is the first time Bingchi Shen has commented on the military master.
After hearing the words of Bingchi Shen, the expressions of all the soldiers present changed.
This is the most powerful family in the human race, the family of Rensheng, but it is actually so ridiculed.
Even Bing Zhanxin was stunned.
He didn't know the God of Bingchi. After the God of Bingchi covered up his cultivation, he couldn't see through it at all.
But Bingchi Shen's words directly made Bingzhan feel angry.
"Insult my military strategist and seek death."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bing Zhanxin stretched out his hand, and his five fingers were like the palm of a giant beast. He immediately blocked the sky and sun, and grabbed the Bingchi God.
A powerful semi-saint whose palms are as powerful as the sky.
However, no matter how strong this soldier's fighting spirit is, in the eyes of the Bingchi God, he is nothing more than an ant-like existence.
Zu Long stood aside and watched with cold eyes, sneering in his heart.
He didn't know the relationship between Bingchi God and Bingchi God, but he knew that Bingchi God was a holy being. Unless the Bingchi God came forward, anyone in front of Bingchi God would be just a joke.
Sure enough, Bingchi Shen just glanced at it briefly and let out a cold snort.
"snort!"
The next moment, the air flow in the void suddenly hung upside down, as if it had turned into a whirlpool of air flow, directly tearing apart the giant palm of nothingness.
"What?"
Bing Zhanxin's expression changed slightly, he hadn't seen clearly how Bingchi Shen did it just now.
He originally thought that the coachman was a semi-saint, but he didn't expect that this strange big man seemed to be no less powerful than himself.
"Could it be that more than half of them are saints again?"
If it was really another half-saint, that would be extraordinary.
Their military strategists are now only guarded by two semi-saints.
For example, the Buddha Burial Plateau is said to be guarded by only three and a half saints.
Before the Spirit Buddha Son came out, the Buddha Burial Plateau guarded by the three half-saints was already the top force among the human race.
Now, beside a young boy, two powerful semi-saints appeared.
With such a foundation, even their military strategists cannot underestimate them.
After all, the biggest trump card of their military strategist is Bing Yuqian.
If Bing Yuqian is not here, then their military strategist will be supported by these two half-saints.
Now that Xiao Naihe also had two half-sages beside him, Bing Zhanxin suddenly felt that the matter was troublesome.
But Bing Zhanxin didn't know that Bingchi Shen was not a semi-saint at all, but an ancestor-level master of their military sect, or a saint-level existence.
"I don't believe it anymore. Punch me again."
This time, Bing Zhanxin put away his arrogance and punched Bingchi Shen.
The fist reached the sky, and lightning and thunder suddenly filled the sky. Countless thunders burst out from the void and merged into Bing Zhanxin's fist.
"Is this... the second uncle actually succeeded in practicing?"
Bing Zhongwen seemed to know what kind of Taoism this was, and there was a look of surprise and joy on his face.
Zulong, on the other hand, felt this fist intention and was surprised in his heart: "What a powerful fist intention. Even a semi-saint-level existence might not be able to withstand such a fist intention. As expected of a saintly family, Only such a noble family can have such a foundation of Taoism."
Bingchishen's expression was indifferent, unlike the others who looked surprised. He didn't even look at it, he just raised his head and pointed two fingers deep.
The two fingers slowly stretched forward.
The next moment, a burst of sword energy burst out from his two fingers.
"break."
The sword energy was earth-shattering, like ghosts crying and gods howling.
Fiercely, this powerful sword energy directly broke the fist intention.
After breaking the fist intention, Bingchishen just stomped his feet slightly.
Suddenly, the entire earth and even the entire Bingchi God seemed to be shaking.
Bing Zhan couldn't stand mentally and physically, and kept falling back.
"How is it possible? That is a Taoist method at the level of a saint. Why?"
Bing Zhanxin showed an unbelievable look in his eyes.
"You haven't mastered this punch yet. It's a military fighting fist that can connect the sky, connect people, and connect the universe. You just learned how to connect the universe and connect people, but you don't know the meaning of reaching the sky. The power of this punch is too weak." ( To be continued)