Chapter 229
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Facing the mocking laughter of the Subdue Tiger Hall disciples, Le Wei jumped onto the back of the eagle and held hands with the man in the purple and blue robe.
Blood flowed from Jiu Zimo's eyes.
Bei Sansan was in so much pain that he wished he was dead.
Du Ruofei and Tang Liang held the hilt of their swords in their hands as if they were about to go crazy at any time.
Small Gruel squatted on the ground and counted the ants in the nest.
Zhen Xiaoxiao was silent. His eyes were like an ancient well, and there seemed to be something brewing in the darkness.
Although Jiu Zimo had always disliked her, this did not hinder her natural protective nature.
She admired his sword heart.
Moreover, she was the only elder of the Flying Dragon Temple. How could she bully her good-for-nothing disciple?
With a flick of his finger, a few pills wrapped in spiritual energy fell into the grass. Because they were suppressed by the Spirit Sealing Art, there was no medicinal fragrance.
Zhen Xiaoxiao knew that now was not the time for him to go on stage.
Just like that, Jiu Zimo's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. His face was waxy yellow, and his mouth was opening and closing like a catfish.
Being betrayed by his childhood sweetheart and being expelled from the sect, anyone who had blood in them would find it hard to suppress the anger in their hearts.
Bei Sansan stared at his Eldest Senior Brother's face. Du Ruofei and Tang Liang also steadied their breaths and decided to respond to Jiu Zimo's call.
This was the tacit understanding and camaraderie that the disciples of the Flying Dragon Temple had cultivated after six years of life-and-death battles. Don't be fooled by the fact that they were usually at odds with each other. When it came to glory, as long as Jiu Zimo gave the order, no one would care about sacrificing their lives!
"Hehe …"
After struggling for a long time, the raging flames in Jiu Zimo's eyes and the divine sword light that was about to jump out of his forehead were finally hidden.
He laughed hoarsely and showed a humble expression.
"In that case, Jiu Zimo, a country bumpkin wandering cultivator, will bring his friends to buy some materials with legal currency. What does the honorable Tiger-subduing Hall Master think about this?"
He was completely disheartened by the entire Tiger-subduing Hall. This was no longer the place where Uncle Wu Wen was, where the disciples of the two sects could play and joke with each other.
Jiao Zimo wanted to leave because he didn't want to see Le Wei being affectionate with other men anymore. However, he was a man who would keep his word.
No matter how humiliated he was, he would not forget the reason why he had come to the Tiger Subduing Hall.
Since he had promised Zhen Xiaoxiao to buy the materials, it was a promise.
Hearing Jiu Zimo's sudden words, Zhen Xiaoxiao couldn't help but reveal a surprised expression. Then, his eyes suddenly lit up!
As expected of a man with a firm heart.
Such tenacity was truly admirable!
Martial Nephew, don't worry. Your Martial Uncle Zhen will definitely avenge you!
Zhen Xiaoxiao happily swayed her long dress, and a few more pills that had been sealed by the Spirit-Sealing Art rolled silently into the grass.
"Not selling!"
He didn't even bother to ask Jiu Zimo and his "friend" what they wanted to buy. The new Hall Master, Wu Wu, rejected them heartlessly.
To be able to slap Tan Yanghui's disciple in the face like this, Wu Wu was very happy.
Although his elder brother, Wu Wen, had a good relationship with Tan Yanghui, the Head of the Flying Dragon Temple, he hated that arrogant old man to death. In the past, he had a chance to contract with a greedy Gold Centipede, but it was snatched away by Tan Yanghui and given to the Left Protector of the Flying Dragon Temple.
He had been an Enlightened Expert for many years, but it was only three years ago that he managed to defeat Chi Ban. Then, he spent another three years to complete his soul beast fusion with it.
Now, the Tiger-subduing Hall was his world.
The Flying Dragon Temple was in ruins.
He heard that Tan Yanghui had disappeared before the beast riot.
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