"Master, I'll accompany you." A disciple looked tired and stepped forward to support him and said.
"No need, you're here to accompany them in case there is a change." Zuo Hongan waved his hand and said.
Seeing Zhen Fengliu's difficulty, he no longer dared to be careless. Now He Yandao is so hurt again. If he didn't leave a personal disciple here to support the formation, he would not be assured.
When he returned to the bedroom alone, Zuo Hongan lay on the bed and immediately closed his eyes. He was so tired, he was so tired!
"Ah..." Before he could fall asleep, another scream came from outside.
"Master, Master!" Then, the screams and rapid footsteps of the personal disciple were exclaimed.
Zuo Hongan turned over and stood up suddenly.
"What happened?" He was awakened half-dream and half-awake. His eyes were covered with blood, but he felt even more tired.
"Master, the old monkey is here again and injured Junior Brother Qiu." The disciple said with a bitter face.
"What!" Zuo Hongan's fatigue was wiped out and he became excited again.
I thought Zhen Fengliu was seriously injured this time and wouldn't he come back too soon, but I didn't expect that he had just fallen asleep and he actually came again.
This is also good. In such a short time, his injuries will definitely not heal. With the help of the formation just set up, he can be killed in one fell swoop and eliminate future troubles forever!
The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. Zuo Hongan rushed out with barefoot, disheveled hair, staring at his blood-red eyes.
When I arrived at the hall, I did not see the old monkey. I saw a young disciple spitting blood on the ground, obviously very injured.
"Where are people, where are people?" Zuo Hongan clenched his fist and roared hysterically like a trapped beast driven crazy.
Not only was there no old monkey in the hall, but there was no sign of the formation he set up.
"He didn't come in. Junior Brother Qiu just wanted to go out for convenience, but he was beaten and injured when he left the door." A disciple explained.
"Where is someone else?" Zuo Hongan then let go of his fist and asked gritted his teeth.
"Zuo Hong'an, please listen to me. If you don't apologize to my disciples of Yelang Sect, I will never end with you Duanyue Sect!" Zhen Fengliu's voice rang out at the right time.
On the top of the city, the old monkey put his hands on his hips, and a green gauze scarf fluttered in the wind.
"Old Stupid Monkey, I'm going to kill you!" Zuo Hong'an roared angrily, and pounced out with red eyes.
"Bah, just because of you, I want to kill me Zhen Fengliu, overestimate my ability!" The old monkey spat with disdain. Although he was so proud that he was talking, he turned around and ran away as soon as he finished speaking.
Just a few ups and downs disappeared into the thick night.
"I will come back again, hahahaha." The arrogant laughter floated far away along the night wind.
In the yard, Zuo Hongan stopped, his whole body was trembling with anger, his eyes almost spurted out of fire, and his mouth muttered to himself as if he was nervous: "I want to kill you, I want to kill you..."
But the sound was so powerless and so helpless.
The biological son died with his eyes open, the elite disciples were wiped out, and the strongest elder could not afford to be seriously injured. Now, he was stuck to his body by a dog skin plaster like Ye Lang Sect and couldn't be torn and shaken, and he couldn't be stomped off. Why are all unlucky things?
They all fell on the head of Duanyue Sect and on his Zuo Hongan? What did he do wrong?
Listening to Zhen Fengliu's clamor and shouting with the wind, Zuo Hongan was distraught.