The old Taoist priest threw down the remote control and affirmed: "If she can destroy your Luck Lotus this time, the old man will give you his life, okay?"
Chen Xuanjun breathed a sigh of relief, his gloomy face softened a little, and he said softly: "As long as there is no problem with Luck Luck Lotus, other revenges will be released."
The old Taoist priest smiled and said: "I have good news to tell you. Bai Nanxian has agreed to our solicitation."
"In three days, when he finishes his work, he will move into Chen's house and become your excellent partner."
"Oh?" Chen Xuanjun raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a look of joy on his face: "This is indeed good news."
"I already have you to help me, but now I have the Young Master of the Luck Sect. Tsk, my chances of winning in the Luck Conflict are even better."
The old Taoist priest waited for Chen Xuanjun to finish his words and continued: "I didn't come here for nothing. The battle between luck is seven to three. You seven, he three, I promised him for you."
Chen Xuanjun didn't take it seriously and said, "As long as he has that ability, I'm willing to give him a 50-50 split."
"Don't be careless." The old Taoist priest said with a distant look: "The boy surnamed Bai has a very deep city. He is definitely not as simple as you and I see."
"They are both partners and rivals."
"You should never let your guard down."
Chen Xuanjun threw away the cigarette butt, stood up, poured a cup of tea, and said casually: "It's not the first day you've met me. Do you think I will trust others so easily?"
The old Taoist priest smiled knowingly and said no more.
Chen Xuanjun was drinking tea and was about to ask the old Taoist about the auction at Liuli Pavilion at nine o'clock tonight.
But at the moment he was about to speak, a meteor streaked across the sky outside the villa gate and rushed towards the sofa with lightning speed.
"Clang."
The cup of tea spilled, Chen Xuanjun trembled all over and growled lowly.
Above his head, an invisible black line penetrated into his brain, continuously pulling out green mist.
Full of vitality.
At the same time, the evil python that belonged to him appeared in the sky again. It circled and danced behind him with its teeth and claws, as if it wanted to bite off the black thread.
"Kunlun's Life-Destroying Technique..." The old Taoist priest's expression changed drastically, and he said in disbelief: "She's crazy, that girl is crazy."
"This secret technique uses the secret of heaven to shorten a person's lifespan, but it is also rebounded by the secret of heaven and destroys one's own lifespan."
"For Suning, hey, I..."
The old Taoist priest ducked out of the way and appeared behind Chen Xuanjun. He pointed his index finger at the evil python of luck and shouted: "Return to the original body."
"roar."
The evil python roared, angry and unwilling.
The old Taoist priest said anxiously: "Your master will definitely not die as long as I protect him."
After hearing the old Taoist priest's assurance, the evil python of luck, which had already developed spiritual wisdom, fell from the sky and returned to Chen Xuanjun's back before disappearing without a trace.
"The Taoist sealing spirit."
The old Taoist priest bit his index finger and bumped forward with an extremely weird gesture.
"puff."
Chen Xuanjun's blood spurted out and he was on the verge of collapse.
The black line above his head dimmed under the impact of the old Taoist priest, but it still existed.
"Madman, none of the Kunlun disciples are normal."
The old Taoist priest cursed, took out a piece of bright yellow talisman paper from his arms, and said sadly and resentfully: "This is the last wind and thunder talisman. After using it, it will take me several months to find the materials."
"Unlucky, annoying."
"Damn Kunlun lineage."
As soon as the old Taoist priest gritted his teeth, the talisman ignited without fire and stuck to the black line above Chen Xuanjun's head.
Only a stabbing sound was heard.
The yellow talisman disappeared, and the black thread spread out of thin air.
"Wow."
Chen Xuanjun fell on the sofa with his hands covering his mouth and nose, covered in blood.
