"Great Elder!"

“…”

Looking at us, the suppressed Taoist priests, Lao Feng, Yang Xue and Yang Xun, were awakened in an instant as if they were amnesty.

They didn't know that after I got the help of my senior, I had already shocked the Great Elder of Wudang.

I thought I was deranged by the Great Elder, so I roared.

Yang Xue looked nervous and hurried to me, covering my face with both hands:

"Ding Fan, Ding Fan, are you okay?

You won't be suppressed by the Great Elder and become mentally insane, right?"

"Lao Ding, how are you doing, Lao Ding?"

Old Feng also came over.

Taoist Master Qigan and Yang Xun also approached one after another, wanting to see if I was suppressed and collapsed.

But I looked embarrassed and waved my hands repeatedly:

"I'm fine, I'm fine!"

As I said that, I took Yang Xue's hand away.

"You, are you really okay?"

Yang Xue looked surprised and couldn't believe it.

Don't say he doesn't believe it, even if everyone present believes me, it's okay.

After all, after fighting against the Great Elder for more than ten minutes, the best result would be overdrawn and unable to speak.

But now looking at me, I am indeed as if I am fine.

Just as everyone was suspicious, why am I okay?

With a "clang" sound, the door of the private room was kicked open from outside.

Then I saw the great elder of the Wudang Sect who was stained with blood and covered in blood on his mouth, Feixia, who had already arrived at the gate.

He looked gloomy and swept across the room, saying in an extremely low voice:

"Who is Ding Fan..."
Chapter completed!