Fang Lin's face was solemn.

He knew that the next battle would be extremely difficult and dangerous, and if he was not careful, he might die in the hands of the old man in blood robe.

And once he dies, the two junior brothers behind him may not be able to escape either.

Therefore, this battle must be won.

Thinking of this, Fang Lin spoke.

"Junior Brother Qian, Junior Brother Sun, you two take the body of Junior Brother Zhao and stay as far away as possible. If a fight breaks out later, I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you."

The two Wudang disciples also knew the seriousness of the matter and did not dare to neglect it. They quickly took the body of the disciple named Zhao and retreated far away.

I happened to meet Chen Xinzhu who was coming.

The two Wudang disciples were surprised when they saw Chen Xinzhu.

One of the disciples quickly said: "Little brother, it's dangerous here, go back quickly."

While talking, he stretched out a hand to give him a hand.

Chen Xinzhu's speed continues unabated.

He turned slightly, avoiding the hands of the Wudang disciples, and passed by them.

Go away soon.

Only a faint sound was left in the ears of the two Wudang disciples.
Chapter completed!