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Chapter 4855 Injury of the old fortune teller(2/2)

Xiao Chen nodded,

"Heal well. If you need anything from me, just ask."

"Go ahead."

After the old fortune teller finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

Xiao Chen didn't stay long, left the old fortune teller's residence and returned to the main villa.

After learning that the old fortune teller was back, Qin Lan and the others came back at noon.

However, Xiao Chen didn't let them disturb the old fortune teller. He didn't mention his injury, only that he was tired from the journey.

In the middle of the afternoon, the old fortune teller reappeared.

Just like in the morning, there was no sign of injury at all, and he continued to divide things, and everyone who saw them had their share.

Ning Kejun, Su Qing and other girls also gained a lot.

After all, she is a grandson’s daughter-in-law, so the old fortune teller is extraordinarily generous... Anyway, the Sun Moon Divine Sect has hundreds of years of heritage.

And it was just robbed, no, just taken back, just like the money won from the gambling table, it was particularly painless to spend.

"How's your injury?"

Xiao Chen found an opportunity and asked with concern.

"It's not a problem at first. I'll just recover slowly."

The old fortune teller said casually.

"Even if you don't recover, I can still suppress you."

"..."

Xiao Chen was speechless, but judging from the fact that the old fortune teller suppressed the Sun and Moon Sect single-handedly, these words were definitely not bragging.

At least...he didn't dare to go to the Sun and Moon Divine Sect alone to obtain the ceremonial weapon. If he did go, he would probably die without knowing how.

"When I came back this time, I found that Xiaobai and the others have made great progress, especially Hanboy..."

The old fortune teller thought of something and said.

"Well, they all work very hard."

Xiao Chen nodded. Even though everyone was shouting about the club or something, they were all working very hard behind the scenes.

Others can lie, but cultivation cannot tell lies.

If you don’t practice, how can your cultivation level increase?

"I have brought back so many things from the Sun and Moon Divine Sect this time. I plan to help these little guys improve one more time so that they can build their foundation as soon as possible."

said the old fortune teller.

"Huh? That's a good thing."

Xiao Chen's eyes lit up.

"However, each of them is holding back their energy and wants to build the foundation of the Immortal Grade."

"Building an Immortal Grade Foundation depends on your own talent. You don't just want to be an Immortal Grade... Building an Immortal Grade Foundation is difficult. Just because there are many Immortal Grade Foundation Builders around you, doesn't mean that it is easy."

The old fortune teller shook his head.

"However, they all have good talents and are expected to build a foundation of immortality... I will try my best to help them."

"good."

Xiao Chen nodded.

"Old fortune teller, what are you going to do?"

"I just have some thoughts for the time being, specific ones, let me think about them again."

said the old fortune teller.

"Well... pay attention to your own injuries first and don't show off. That's the most important thing."

Xiao Chen reminded.

"My old man doesn't know how to count? Do I need you to teach me?"

The old fortune teller said it all, but he felt a little warm in his heart.

Later, Xiao Chen and the old fortune teller went to Zhao Laomo's residence.

When Zhao Laomo saw the old fortune teller coming, he was very excited and started making tea and pouring water.

"sit down."

The old fortune teller said hello.

"Okay, old god."

Zhao Laomo responded and sat down, with his butt almost touching the chair.

"I've heard everything about you."

The old fortune teller took a sip of tea and looked at Mr. Zhao.

"You told me something back then, and I said that one day you would take revenge... Now, you have agreed."

"Yes, old fairy."

Zhao Laomo nodded.

"If you hadn't said it before, I might not be able to hold on today..."

Hearing the conversation between the two, Xiao Chen was surprised, is there such a thing?

He had never heard Mr. Zhao mention it.

"Old god, you let me go back then and gave me some guidance... thank you."

Zhao Laomo stood up and was about to kneel down.

"We are all our own people, no need to worry."

The old fortune teller waved his hand, and a strong force supported Mr. Zhao, preventing him from kneeling down.

"Being able to fight for one's life, kill Zou Xiangming and survive is already a great deal of luck."

"Well, these days, I have already thought about it."

Zhao Laomo nodded.

"Even if you are really crippled and cannot regain your strength, I can accept it."

"It's good to have this idea."

The old fortune teller nodded, raised his right hand and pointed far away.

A ray of light fell on Mr. Zhao's eyebrows and quickly disappeared.

Zhao Laomo was surprised and stood there, not daring to make any move.

Although he didn't know what the old fortune teller was doing, he would definitely not harm him.

"The meridians are cut off, and the Dantian is completely shattered... You are not hurting the great road. You have clearly destroyed the great road."

The old fortune teller frowned slightly. Zhao Laomo's condition was worse than he imagined.

Hearing the old fortune teller's words, Zhao Laomo felt sad.

Although he had already thought about it, he still felt a little helpless when he heard this.

Is it really useless?

"Old fortune teller, there's nothing you can do?"

Xiao Chen looked at the old fortune teller and asked.

"Disaster."

The old fortune teller shook his head.

"It's okay, even if I am disabled, I can still use my spare energy to teach Xiaobai and the others..."

Zhao Laomo smiled bitterly.

"Being alive is already a great blessing, so why expect too much?"

"I just said 'difficult', not that it was completely impossible."

The old fortune teller said calmly.

"Um?"

Zhao Lao Mo was startled and his eyes widened.

Xiao Chen also looked at the old fortune teller. Can Old Zhao recover his cultivation?

"Old god, you...you..."
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