"Damn it, bull's nose, are you okay?"

Wu Jie ran over with great strides. When he approached the young Taoist priest, he found that the young Taoist priest's chest was still undulating. He changed his words in an instant:

"It's not dead, it's so life."

The young Taoist priest turned his head and looked at Wu Jie and smiled.

This monk usually doesn't like him, but he still cares about him very much at this time.

At this time, Lin Yisheng also climbed up, and he looked at the young Taoist priest and said:

"Is Taoist Master Yixu okay?"

The young Taoist priest slowly supported his body with his hands and replied.

"It's okay, I can't die, I just frightened my legs."

"The Taoist priest is sincere!"

Lin Yisheng saw that the young Taoist priest was fine and smiled.

At this time, the monk had already jumped out of the tunnel.

A sound like a bell came from below.

"The bull's nose is OK. The dragon energy and luck are gone. Let the Sa family see what this imperial seal looks like?"
Chapter completed!