"Xiao Fan, what are you doing?" After a moment, the ancestor of the Sword Sect also let go of his hand.

"Mr. Dong, do you want to take a look?"

Su Xiaofan's smile was a little forced. In the eyes of everyone, he was just forcing a smile.

"No, but Xiaofan, you don't have to be discouraged."

Old Dong had already used his spiritual consciousness to explore Su Xiaofan's body, "There seems to be a kind of energy gathering in your body, which may allow you to condense the golden elixir again."

Among these people, Mr. Dong had the most profound cultivation. He detected the vortex in Su Xiaofan's belly, but Su Xiaofan only let him see so much.

"Oh? Why didn't we find it?" Mr. Yang and the ancestor of the Sword Sect were stunned for a moment at the same time.

But what the two of them didn't know was that the reason why Su Xiaofan didn't let them sense it was that

He was afraid that his vortex would absorb both of their consciousnesses.

"That energy seems to be a cyclone, maybe it was formed after the golden elixir exploded."

Mr. Dong sighed: "Xiaofan, you have sacrificed so much this time, how embarrassing it is for us old men!"

Mr. Dong's words made several people in the venue look unhappy.

Together, they are over five or six hundred years old, and they are all great cultivators at the ancestor level in each family.

But in the end, Su Xiaofan, a young man in his early twenties, was left to fight to the death with the bull demon, and finally lost all his cultivation.

"Xiaofan, if you need any resources to recover, just ask!"

Yang Lao said loudly: "Even if it takes all the effort of the country, we will find it for you."

Mr. Dong nodded and said: "Yes, as long as you can recover, you will not hesitate to exhaust the resources of each sect and family!"

"Thank you so much for your love. I...I don't know if I can recover now. I'd better recuperate for a few days and see."

Su Xiaofan shook his head, "I just hope you can help me keep it a secret. It's best not to spread the word about my situation."

"Don't worry, except for Hualong, no one else will know about your situation."

Mr. Yang assured Su Xiaofan, "What should I do with this giant ape? Should you take it away or not?"

"It has been surrendered by my father, so I should take it away."

Su Xiaofan saw Mr. Yang showing murderous intent, but since the giant ape had surrendered,

Su Xiaofan also wanted to give it a way to survive.

As if sensing the killing intent of those Yang Shen cultivators, the giant ape moved uneasily towards Su Xiaofan.

"By the way, Ancestor, can you please stop sharing this old cow?"

Su Xiaofan looked at the ancestor of the Sword Sect. He was looking for the coolie. Except for the ancestor's flying sword, no one else would be able to disintegrate this bull demon.

"What are you talking about? Whoever dares to steal your loot must first ask the ancestor for his flying sword!"

The ancestor of the Sword Sect opened his eyes when he heard this, and looked at Han Zhongli and Mr. Dong unkindly. It seemed that these two were the only outsiders here.

"Ahem..."

Su Xiaofan hit the snake and put it on the stick, and said quickly: "Then I'll bother you, ancestor. Please help me break it down. My flying sword is gone."

"Okay, if you're missing a hair, come find me!"
Chapter completed!