Just today, he originally practiced in Yuzong's closed customs. Suddenly there were two strong men who claimed to be Daxia Pavilion, and he shot him.

If it wasn't for him to sacrifice precious treasures in time and block the next blow for him, I am afraid he would have fallen.

Now I think of the big Xia Pavilion who shot him, and he couldn't help trembling for a while, and his scalp was numb.

Om ...

"Oops!"

"It's a magic!"

Zhao Xiujie's face suddenly changed.

In the foundation of the wounds, there is a powerful magic.

This magic is constantly pouring from the wound into his body.

Zhao Xiujie hurriedly sat down, operating the exercises, trying to remove the magic in this invading body.

"Well?"

"Magic?"

At this time, an old voice came.

Zhao Xiujie was shocked, and quickly interrupted the spiritual power just running in his body, opened his eyes.

I don't know when, an old man appeared in front of him.

"You ... who are you?"

Zhao Xiujie was very vigilant, and asked with Shen Sheng.

The old man carefully observed Zhao Xiujie.

It was not found that the magic on his body was not owned by Zhao Xiujie himself.
Chapter completed!