Miss Eight Series Summoner

Jin Jiaye patted Fengxi's back lightly and signaled that she had nothing to do. Her gentle and pleasant voice was as usual: "I'm fine, thank you that you're fine, otherwise I will regret it forever."

After a while, when the thick dust finally dissipated, Fengxi and Bailigu Youxue finally saw what happened just now.

The originally clean and empty formation room became a mess, the stone seat in the center was completely destroyed, and the resentful spirit sword on the stone seat was also thrown to the other side. There was no such thing as what they saw before Fengxi. Murderous, but turned into an ordinary sword so inconspicuous.

"Master, what's the matter with you?" While everyone was observing the formation room, Feng Xi found that the master seemed to be a bit wrong.

Although I still wanted to sit cross-legged in that place like that before, he was motionless, like a statue.

After a long time, there was no answer from the leader. Feng Xi and Jin Jiaye looked at each other and ran up to check what was going on with the leader.

It is not unfounded for Feng Xi to think this way. The teleportation formation just now was opened by the leader with the power of one person. If the formation is unsuccessful, the person who activates the formation will definitely be backlashed by the formation.

Especially the formation just now was not only unsuccessful, but it also shattered directly. This backlash must be very serious.

"The teacher, he seems to have passed out in a coma!" Feng Jiu stepped forward to probe the pulse of the teacher, and his tone was dull.

"What the **** is going on, how can a good formation suddenly explode?" Bailigu Youxue looked at the formation room in front of her thoughtfully, wondering.

Feng Xi's eyes drooped, and he immediately decided to say: "It's better to help the leader out to heal your wounds. I will talk about the formation when the leader wakes up."

"Okay." Feng Jiu agreed, and together with Jin Jiaye, he helped the leader into the leader's room.

When he walked out of the formation room, Feng Xi glanced back at the resentful spirit sword on the floor, and a deep meaning was drawn in the water before he walked out with Bailigu Youxue.

"Master, the master has suffered a very serious internal injury. He may not be able to wake up for a while." The chief physician in the teaching closed the medicine box he brought, shook his head at Feng Jiu, and sighed.

Feng Xi raised his hand to pour a cup of tea, sipped it lightly, and asked, "Why did the leader suffer such a serious injury?"

"According to the old man's so many years of experience, it should be some kind of seal against the leader. Once this seal is released, it will cause serious harm to the leader." The chief physician pondered for a while before replied.

"For the leader?" Feng Xi put down the tea cup in her hand, thinking in her heart.

"It's impossible. We brought this resentful spirit sword back from the moze. Those nine infants have said clearly that no one has ever entered for so many years. How could anyone hack into the resentful spirit sword?" Rigu Yuxue immediately retorted when he heard the doctor's words.

Feng Jiu also replied: "Youxue is right, and the resentment spirit sword has been properly kept by us since we came out, and no one has approached it...no, there is another person approached!"

"Egret!" Feng Jiu and Bailigu Youxue said together.

Feng Xi shook his head and broke their answer: "It shouldn't be her. When Egret is holding the resentful spirit sword, everything is under our noses, and there is no chance to do anything to the resentful spirit sword."