The moon sets and the sun rises.

After a day of treatment, Zhou Xuanji was able to get out of bed and walk, and the spiritual power in his body began to recover, helping him heal the tendons, veins, inner elixirs, Nascent Soul and Dantian.

If this continues, he will be able to recover from his peak in less than half a month.

After other monks are seriously injured, they still have to re-train their spiritual power.

But he doesn't need it, the world map has already reserved a lot of spiritual power.

That morning.

A young man in his early teens carefully slipped into the wooden house.

He has a terrible head and brain, his skin is slightly dark, and his eyes are sly.

He walked to the bed with a slight foot and saw Zhou Xuanji still sleeping. His eyes turned, he knelt down and kowtowed to Zhou Xuanji.

"Immortal Master, can I accept me as my disciple? I want to protect my village."

His voice is sonorous and strong and determined.

Zhou Xuanji did not answer him and pretended to go to bed.

The boy didn't get up and just kept kneeling.

Time passes by minute by minute.

Until noon.

The boy's legs were numb and his body trembled slightly, and he would fall to the ground at any time.

Zhou Xuanji turned over and said angrily: "You are so weak, why are you embarrassed to worship me as your teacher?"

The boy looked up in fear and looked frightened.

Zhou Xuanji did not look at him, but looked at the sky outside the window, covered with dark clouds and demonic energy soared into the sky.

"It's him."

Zhou Xuanji murmured to himself, and his face showed a playful look.

The boy looked back and saw the demon cloud outside the window, so scared that he was out of the way.

The evil demon is here again!
Chapter completed!