Zhao Xue almost spurted blood.

His brother was slaughtered! He was also beaten randomly! Why are you still aggrieved?

He almost exploded.

But when he saw Su Xuan's cold eyes, he stopped.

"One thing makes it possible."

Zhao Xue gritted his teeth and admitted.

Finally, there is the Jiuyou Tomb.

Mu Qiuhuo proudly dedicated nearly 30% of his resources.

"Sect Master Chen, please take a look."

he said.

"Yeah, one and a half percent."

Su Xuandao.

The smile on Mu Qianhuo's face froze and he said angrily: "Why do you still have so little blood?"

"What do you mean?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xue felt more balanced and sneered.

Su Xuan said leisurely: "You're fine, but Ren Tianyuan's old bastard makes me very unhappy, as well as Ren Qianqiu, and Ren Xinyue.

You won't forget that woman imprisoned me, will you? Do you think I am a generous person?"

Mu Qianhuo: "..." He felt that Su Xuan almost had his chicken belly written all over his face.

"You are cruel."

Mu Qianhuo said fiercely, turned and left.

Three days later.

The monks from other graves all arrived.

They also brought a lot of treasures.

The last two and a half percent was squandered by Su Xuan, leaving little for himself.

As for the first choice, Su Xuan gave it to Nan Su Feng, because Ao Wushuang directly brought an ancient spiritual fire this time, which could help temper the physical body and gather spiritual energy.

The fourth day.

Su Xuan stood with his hands behind his hands.

In front of him, a woman stood with a pale face.

"I told you, you will fall into my hands one day."

Su Xuan said quietly.
Chapter completed!