It is the confidence that a twelfth-grade Taoist soldier naturally possesses.

Taoist soldiers who can reach the twelfth level are considered to be the truly top-notch existences among Taoist soldiers. Their power is extraordinary. As long as the user is not weak, he can suppress most of the powerful men of all races.

"Tsk, tsk, my strength is not strong, but my tone is not bad."

As Old Man Wan Dao finished speaking, a disdainful voice came.

The words fell.

Old Man Wan Dao's face suddenly darkened: "Who dares to speak nonsense in front of me!"

When he spoke, he saw green light emerging in front of him, and an old man in green clothes appeared in his sight.

"Who are you!"

Seeing the visitor, Old Man Wan Dao raised his eyebrows.

He could tell that the old man in green in front of him was also a weapon spirit, and the weapon spirit that could appear here was obviously the divine weapon who recognized Shen Changqing as his master.

but.

The spirit of the instrument returns to the spirit of the instrument.

Since I now recognize the other party as my master, I am the most powerful Taoist weapon among all the Taoist weapons that the other party recognizes as my master.

The priority and secondary status that should exist still need to be there.

Wan Dao Old Man will never allow other Tao soldiers to ride on his head and act recklessly.

Just like when he was a Taoist soldier of Minghe Shenjun, he was the strongest among all the Taoist soldiers of Minghe Shenjun, and his status was extraordinary.

"I'm Qingyi!"

Qing Yi put his hands behind his hands and looked at Old Man Wandao with disdain.

He could understand what the other party meant, but when would a twelfth-grade Taoist weapon be able to show off its power in front of him?

so.

When the words fell, Qing Yi revealed his aura of the Immortal Holy Soldier without any concealment.

desolate!

Simple!

The eternal breath of the heavens sweeps across the heaven and earth, as if it is a sacred and inviolable existence.

Under the impact of that aura, Old Man Wan Dao's face suddenly changed: "No... Immortal Holy Soldier!"

He has never seen a real immortal holy weapon, but this desolate and simple aura, as if it were eternal in the heavens, cannot be possessed by Taoist soldiers except for the immortal holy soldiers.

Immediately afterwards.

Old Man Wan Dao's face changed again: "Qingyi... the immortal holy weapon in the hands of the Qinglian Emperor of the Human Race Imperial Court back then!"

He once followed the top divine king, and what he saw and heard was extraordinary.

Even the ancient imperial court has a certain understanding.

But it is precisely because of this understanding that we can understand Qing Yi's identity and status. It's just that when he heard that Qing Yi signed up for his number earlier, Wan Dao didn't think about it at all.

After all, who would have thought that the ordinary old man in green in front of him would become the immortal holy soldier of the top human race in the past.

"What, do I have the qualifications to talk nonsense?"

Qing Yi put his hands behind his hands and looked at the other person with disdain.

When Old Man Wan Dao heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he had to lower his head: "Junior made a mistake, I hope senior will not take offense!"
Chapter completed!