He disappeared in a flash.

A moment later, he appeared next to Fakong and whispered: "There are indeed people coming over there, and they are besieging those six."

"Huh——?" Xu Zhijian looked solemn upon hearing this.

He was very sensitive to the number six, because it matched the number of his guardians. He had been vaguely worried that the Kamikaze Riders would come to rescue Li Xuanfeng.

Fakong looked at Xu Zhijian: "The master who rescued Li Xuanfeng is here. Brother Xu, let's go over and take a look?"

"how many people?"

"Twelve people surrounded the six people, and two others had already entered the house, and the rest were not found again."

"Fourteen..." Xu Zhijian said solemnly: "The cultivation level is about the same?"

Lin Feiyang nodded: "Their cultivation levels are almost the same, but six people against twelve, I'm afraid they won't last long."

Xu Zhijian turned around and walked away, his body moving very fast, like a meteor streaking across the sky, with faint light flowing on the surface of his body.

"Brother Xu is really in a hurry." Fakong said, "Go over and help, lest something goes wrong with his six guardians."

"Isn't there an abbot?" Lin Feiyang said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you get injured, a rejuvenation spell can solve it."

Fa Kong shook his head: "I'll go take a look, you and Fan Ning stay here."

"Okay." Lin Feiyang nodded.

They are just masters. In his opinion, their fight is just like novices pecking each other. There is really nothing to see, so it is better to leave the barbecue for Xu Qingluo and the others to eat.

The sky flashed, and the next moment it appeared in the valley.

At this time, Xu Zhijian was still far away and had not come over.

Fa Kong directs six rejuvenation spells.

The six injured Holy Cult masters suddenly cheered up and recovered in the blink of an eye.

But they didn't show it, they still pretended to be weak, their moves became more and more scattered, and they were about to be defeated at any time.

"Be careful, they are cheating. The Guangming Holy Cult has a secret method of recovery." Li Xuanfeng's voice sounded in the hut: "Don't kill them, just knock them down."

"Yes!" Twelve middle-aged men responded solemnly.

Their moves became calmer and less lethal, but they put a lot of pressure on the six experts of the Holy Religion of Light.

Xu Zhijian came through the air at this time and rushed directly to the hut instead of joining the fight.

"Hey!" Li Xuanfeng's voice sounded, and two black figures rushed out of his house and rushed towards Xu Zhijian.
Chapter completed!