If you don't want to talk, then just use your hands.
With a slight movement, Wu Er teleported to Meng Ji's side again and then unleashed a palm strike.
He slapped Meng Ji on the chest and heard a muffled thud.
"Pfft~" Meng Ji instantly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The red blood fell into the white sand and disappeared.
After spitting out blood, Meng Ji retreated quite a bit.
Wu Er waved his hand and said, "Let's go, while I don't want to kill you yet."
Meng Ji, who had been slapped, took a breath and said, "You better live well for now. I'll remember this and pay you back later!"
He wasn't a hothead; Meng Ji wouldn't fight Wu Er head-on if he didn't have the strength.
A heart full of passion is useless if one dies.
"Let's see if you can do it first."
Wu Er turned his head away from Meng Ji.
Looking at this demon, Wu Er always finds himself thinking of people and things he doesn't want to remember.
Meng Ji glared at Wu Er again before riding away on a cloud.
This time it's really over; at least it's outside of Wu Er's spiritual sense range and no longer near Pengshan Gate.
After doing all this, Wu Er exhaled a breath of stale air.
"That counts as completing one task."
After doing some work, Wu Er felt a little better, and then went on patrol again.
This time, they weren't just patrolling around Pengshan, but were heading to the border between the Eastern Wilderness and other continents.
Border regions are always troublesome places, especially for people from the Central Plains.
If the immortals do not take action, even though Pengshan Sect is powerful, it will be difficult to withstand the combined forces of the three major immortal sects. If they are attacked suddenly, the consequences will be even more dire.
Wu Er always plans ahead.
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