Gu Chaochao: "..." What kind of bullshit is it, it has ruined people's spiritual roots, so I'm ashamed to ask this a mentally handicapped problem.

    Shen Mushen also felt that he had nothing to say to her, and ignored her directly.

    Zheng Qingqing's eyes filled with tears instantly. After giving Shen Mushen an aggrieved look, he turned to look at Gu Chaochao: "Thank you, Sect Master Gu, for taking care of senior brother for so many years."

    It was as if Shen Mushen belonged to her. Gu Chaochao was inexplicably upset: "I should take care of my apprentice, shouldn't I?" Zheng Qingqing smiled bitterly: "

    Sect Master is right."

    After that, he gave Shen Mushen a pitiful look. Shen Mu was expressionless, and even conveyed his grievances to Master with his eyes.

    Although Gu Chaochao was angry that he just made a presumptive proposition to let go of her hand, but at this moment, after receiving his gaze, he was shamelessly soft-hearted, so he pinched Wu Wen in his hand again. Wu Wen groaned and woke up.

    Seeing Wu Wen wake up, Zheng Qingqing finally became honest. While expressing his concern for Wu Wen with his eyes, he always paid attention to the battles of the various immortals.

    The high-level cultivators of several sects were still fighting, and although they had consciously formed alliances in twos and threes during the fighting, the scene was still stuck. At the same time, the cultivation base in their bodies is passing faster and faster, which means that they are completely exhausted.

    If they continue to fight like this, their final strength may not be comparable to that of the disciples in the sect.

    Everyone looked at each other and slowly stopped tacitly.

    After the eerie silence, Wu Cai glanced at Wu Wen, who was getting weaker and weaker, and decided to take the initiative to puncture the window paper: "If we continue to consume it like this, I am afraid that we will all become useless people and will not be able to leave here. It is better to take a step back."

    "How? Take a step back?" Although the elder of the other sect asked, he already had the answer in his heart.

    Wu Cai sneered, but it was not as good as he wished to say it himself: "Then it's up to you."

    The expressions of all the high-level cultivators changed.

    The Xianmen disciples noticed the unusual atmosphere, and they all felt a little uneasy after looking at each other. Zheng Qingqing in the corner looked at the people, and she already vaguely understood something in her heart. She glanced at Wu Wen who was still in Gu Chaochao's hands, and then glanced at the little junior brother who didn't know anything, and a struggle flashed in her eyes.

    Shen Mu looked at Gu Chaochao subconsciously, and when she saw the disgust flashing in her eyes, she also vaguely understood something, so she took a step forward quietly and blocked Gu Chaochao.

    The scene is still stalemate, but the struggles on the faces of the high-level cultivators are obviously less and less. Zheng Qingqing knew that he couldn't drag it any longer, so he gritted his teeth and tugged at the corner of his younger brother's clothes.

    "Senior Sister Qing." The younger brother looked at her innocently.

    Zheng Qingqing was seen by him with a burning face, but he still said softly: "Master's cultivation base has passed seriously, and you can send this bottle of elixir to help him relieve it."

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