"you!"

Yu Kui no longer cared about Ren Wu. He shook his body and came to He Rong's side, with his face so gloomy.

"Okay, okay!"

"You are in a mess, really think that no one in the Wuliang Sect can cure you?"

"Our ancestor is not dead yet!"

The words fell.

He was covered with He Rong, who had a pale face, and his figure flashed and he was gone.

"Run quickly!"

Ren Wu sneered.

Zhao Yan shook his head, pressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, looked at his former disciple, now the incarnation of justice, Fan Yu, and said, "You just..."

Didn't you ever think about it?

Fan Yu ignored him at all, came straight to Gu Han, and asked sincerely: "Is that sword that I just had, okay?"

Gu Han told the truth, "It's a little bit."

“Where is the difference?”

"If I draw the sword."

Gu Han thought for a while, "It's not his arm that broke, but his head!"

Fan Yu suddenly realized, "I understand, I'll eliminate evil, right?"

"You misunderstood."

Gu Han said seriously: "I mean, you're a little weak."

Zhao Yan:...

Is there anyone who hits people like this?

Fan Yu was stunned, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he fell into deep thought again, as if... he realized again.

...

at the same time.

Outside the Luoxia Peak and the medicine field, a ripples suddenly appeared on the restriction with a cloud of green light, and the saplings poked their heads out.

"belch!"
Chapter completed!