No 1 Supreme Warrior

The question froze everyone. It was really not a small animal but a real person instead, who deliberately made the rustling sound to gain their attention. Judging from the voice, it was obvious that it came from an elderly person. If he was a lone cultivator, he might not be strong but if he was a cultivator from the Corpse Pavilion, then he must be of extraordinary power.

None of them would have survived except Jack. In other words, the enemy would not bother to ask them a question like this unless…he had too much time in his hands. All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, as he remained on high alert. He exchanged glances with the others and made his way to the other side of the tree. It only took him a dozen steps or so to finally see the person behind the tree.

To Jack’s surprise, this person’s age did not match his voice at all. He looked like he was in his thirties, his abdomen was stained red with blood, his face paler than normal, and breathing heavily. He was seriously injured.

formal elder of

person in front of him was wearing a dark blue shirt with a few dazzling begonias embroidered on his belt, and anyone who had begonia on his waist was an elder. Moreover, he was dressed in

a hint

at him and saw him in the disciple uniform of the Thousand Leaves Sect. Seeing this surprised him

party held by the Thousand Leaves

ago. There were many disciples at the tea party. Any disciple, even those with little strength could show up at the tea party. There were many deacon disciples and their faces all

that he, as the informal disciple of the Dual Sovereign Pavilion, could not recognize a formal elder. It was unreasonable, but the fact was thus. After all, he had

crouched down and took a

breath, and recovering from his injury, but even so, it would take him at least three or four months

well take you out of here. Don’t worry, I am indeed a disciple of the Dual Sovereign Pavilion. The reason why I don’t recognize you is that I’ve just