"Death!"

Li Feiyu softly uttered a word.

Wang Juechu was not surprised and continued: "What do you want?"

"My master is old. Let's arrange an elder's position for him to support him in his old age."

"One hundred thousand taels."

Li Feiyu seemed to have already thought of the conditions: "At the critical moment of Qixuanmen's life and death, I will take action."

Wang Juechu didn't respond. He closed his eyes for a while and then opened them again: "I want to learn something!"

The door was reopened from the inside.

Wang Juechu walked out again, and Elder Li and others waiting outside the door looked at him one after another.

"Master?"

"How was it?"

Facing the inquiry, Wang Juechu smiled bitterly, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

One move!

He can't even catch a move!

Faced with this situation, he didn't know whether he should be depressed, he was better than his predecessors, but he was not as good as the young people.

Still happy, my choice was indeed the right one, and the Qixuan Sect will prosper!

God's Hand Valley.

Mo Juren was sitting on a recliner, coughing constantly, and the smell of medicinal herbs filled the air.

He just sent away Wang Juechu and Elder Li.

The scorched and old face showed a bit of fatigue and fatigue.

After a while.

He opened his eyes suddenly and looked at the tall, motionless figure in the distance with a suspicious expression: "Why is Wang Juechu's injury so similar to that of being hit by the Dacheng Elephant Armor Technique?"
Chapter completed!