Given the nature of the leader of the divine dynasty, there is a high probability that someone will hang him on a tree.

When it's over, I'll reward you with another stinky sock that I've treasured for many years.

Take a bath!

Luck!

Heal!

In the next few days, Zhao Yun came here like this.

He is indeed of extraordinary physique, and he is already bouncing around in just half a month.

Li Zhaoyang, on the other hand, still had a hint of paleness on his cheeks.

Her injuries were internal injuries, and she had received a slap from a master when she was escaping.

"Calm down and gather your energy."

Mr. Zhao finally got down to business, and Yun Gong helped him heal his injuries.

"He also has strong internal strength." Li Zhaoyang murmured, feeling very surprised in his heart.

She thought that her martial arts skills were high enough, and besides, she practiced extraordinary techniques, and nourished her body with magical elixirs made from small amounts of natural materials.

Unexpectedly, this kid is even more terrifying.

"Who did you learn from?" Li Zhaoyang whispered.

"Wulin leader, you know! My master." Zhao Yun lied without blushing at all.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.

Li Zhaoyang

I really believed it.

Since ancient times, famous teachers have produced brilliant disciples.

If he wasn't a peerless master, how could he teach such an extraordinary disciple?

"Why are those people chasing after them?" Zhao Yun asked.

In fact, he was diverting Li Zhaoyang's attention, because...it would be very painful next.

"I...well..."

When Li Zhaoyang spoke, he let out a painful groan.

It was Zhao Yun's credit that he slapped him on the back and forced out the congestion in his body.

Not to mention, after spitting out this small mouthful of blood, Li Zhaoyang's breath became much smoother.

"It's no big deal."

Zhao Yun finished his work and packed his bags.

He had to go to Beijing to take the exam, so he couldn't miss the time.

"Are you leaving now?" Li Zhaoyang stood up in a hurry.

"Yeah." Zhao Yun said, already carrying the Qinghong Sword.
Chapter completed!