My Master is Lin Zhengying

Although they are facing enemies several times their own.

Fortunately, they are all low-end combat power, just some monks of the third, fifth, sixth and seventh ranks of the yellow rank.

The strongest ones are only at the first or second level of the mysterious rank.

In this case, even if they were besieged, they still persisted.

Of course, it also cost a lot.

Four members of the Dao League were killed.

Zuo Sanqian and Chang Fei were even more jealous.

Now the Jiuju faction's onmyojis are retreating and have hunted them down.

"Wen Cai, Jia Le!"

Uncle Jiu spoke.

The two approached and saw Nan Chen on the ground.

Blood all over, wounds everywhere.

The whole person was dying, and even half-closed his eyes, seemingly dying.

Such a scene scared the two of them into panic.

"Nanchen!"

"Senior brother!"

The two hurried forward and squatted on the ground.

Seeing that the expressions of the people around him were not very good, Wen Cai thought that Nan Chen was on his deathbed.

Grasping Nan Chen's hand:

"Junior brother! What's wrong with you, don't go!

You are so talented, you will surely become the strongest in the Dao League one day, you have to persevere, you can't die! "

Wencai immediately collapsed.

Covering Nan Chen's hand, her eyes were red and tears flowed down.

Wencai was an orphan since he was a child, and wandered around with refugees.

In the end, he was accepted as an apprentice by Uncle Jiu, and only then did he have a family.

Feeling the warmth of home, for Wencai.

Uncle Jiu is his father, and Nan Chen and Qiu Sheng are his brothers.

Seeing Nan Chen like this now, he thought his brother was going to die, how could he not be sad.

But when Wencai cried, everyone around was stunned.

Uncle Jiu stared at him even more, this apprentice has such a high level of cultivation.

Can't tell the difference between life and death?

Nan Chen was clearly injured and weak, not dying.

Why are you crying "don't die?"

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu wanted to reprimand his literary talents.

It can be seen that Wencai was in tears.

When the words came to his lips, Uncle Jiu swallowed them back.

Only then did I realize that Wencai was naturally dull.

I often don't see anything and don't come to it, and I often say the wrong thing.

But people are very kind.

Nan Chen, who squinted his eyes halfway, also knew what kind of personality he, the second senior brother, had.

When things happen, you panic, and often you can't tell the situation clearly.

"Brother, don't cry.

I was wounded, badly wounded, bleeding profusely.

My head is a little dizzy, I won't, I won't die..."

Wen Cai was stunned when he heard Nan Chen speak.

After a second or two, he said:

"Really, really?"

"Well, really, Nan Chen was only injured and his life will not be in danger.

Might be taking a break for a while. "

Xiaoyu said.