Mrs. divorced again

Chapter 903 Fight to Fame ([-])
Because of Xuan Ting's fainting, the scene suddenly became chaotic, and several elders gathered around.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you!!"

"The head has fainted, quickly carry the head inside."

The three elders carried the head of Xuan Ting to the inner hall, and several elders surrounded the head, wiping the blood from the corner of Xuan Ting's mouth, calling desperately.

"Master!! You have to hold on."

I'm afraid that something might happen to the head of the sect.

If the sword formation loses today, and the head of the sect returns to the west in anger, then the Xuantian sect is really going to fail in the future, and from now on... it won't be able to lift its head up.

It's okay to lose.

You must not lose your temper.

Uncle Thirteen didn't follow in, but stood outside the door, rubbing his short-cut silver hair.

Whispering: "Is the Xuantianmen, who has avoided the world for hundreds of years, so vulnerable?"

The disciples on both sides were already silent.

Because no one expected that this man would stand there unscathed under the attack of all the elders, not even a single strand of hair was injured.

Bai Qinglian hid in the corner and breathed hard, patting her chest.

The sword formation just now was very powerful, much more powerful than her fire element aura, and the sword formation used the ability of the sun.

However, this is all lost...

Where did Bai Weiyang find such a master, this ability is too exciting.

Bai Qinglian clenched her lips, she never expected that the strength of the famous Xuantianmen...was so weak.

What a disappointment for her.

The disciples on both sides looked at the black figure in the field and started whispering when no one came out to preside over the overall situation.

Everyone is guessing who this person is.

Uncle Thirteen suddenly stomped his feet lightly.

The ground in the front hall trembled.

The whispering of the disciples stopped.

Uncle Thirteen stepped forward.

He bowed more respectfully, thinking of what he said before, he said he was a senior, Thirteenth Uncle said.

"Senior, what school do you come from!"

puff!
Gu Changfeng almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Uncle Thirteen is considered a well-known elder in Jiangcheng. If he knew that the senior he called was the ninth master of Xianlemen, wouldn't he laugh his ass off.

Gu Changfeng held back his laughter, and Feng Songjie pinched his thigh fiercely, and then he was so sad that he didn't dare to laugh.

The ghost-faced man naturally didn't answer this question directly, but said coldly: "Can you save people? If you don't save them, don't blame me for demolishing your Xuantianmen Longevity Palace!"

"Senior, save me immediately." Uncle Thirteen hurriedly said with a smile on his face.

This person, they Xuantianmen can't afford to offend.

"Good~" The ghost-faced man seemed to be teaching the younger generation a lesson.

Then the second elder was afraid that no one would be in charge of the situation, so he had already walked out. The ghost-faced man greeted the second elder when he saw it.

"Second master, come here, let's talk."

After receiving Uncle Thirteen's gaze, the Second Elder returned a reassuring look. The Second Elder took the ghost-faced man to an empty room and closed the door. Under the opponent's strength, the Second Elder showed full respect. He didn't dare to be negligent, "To tell you the truth, Xiao Shisan said just now that if you want her, you need the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill, but you can't refine the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill if you don't have the medicinal materials!"

The ghost-faced man nodded unhurriedly.

motioned him to continue.

The second elder gritted his teeth, "You don't know, it takes a thousand years of spiritual blood to make the Nine Turns Resurrection Pill."

Thousand-year spiritual blood, but all practitioners know that blood can be used by any practitioner who has practiced for thousands of years in this world.

(End of this chapter)