"Return to us the soul essence you just collected!"

The male disciple stretched out his palm and stared at Tang Fan sinisterly.

"hehe……"

Tang Fan laughed in anger, this person is really weird.

"Tang Xiaowu, I know that you have outstanding attainments in grass and trees, and you may have special methods to deal with medicine spirits, but when it comes to combat power... you may not be my opponent! Don't forget, my disciples of Zhenxian Pavilion will not do anything for the sect.

Do you know how many bloody missions I have carried out! Do you know how many people I have killed?"

"Are you threatening me? If I don't give it to you, you still want to take it?"

Tang Fan looked helpless and pointed at Fang Lan and said, "I know you want to show off in front of the woman you like, so you don't have to be so stupid, right?"

"Tang Xiaowu!"

The male disciple's cultivation gradually recovered, and two flying swords hung above his head, ready to go...

He felt that although he was not as knowledgeable as Tang Xiaowu in grass and trees, when it came to killing people, he was definitely no match for him!

Fang Tong couldn't bear it anymore and said dissatisfiedly: "Fang Lan, Xiaowu saved you, how can he repay kindness with enmity!"

"Ye Lang is right, we tried our best to attract those spirits!"
Chapter completed!