At this time, Mao Xiaofang's face was full of indignation as he moved and leaped in the yard, practicing the sword skills that Lin Lang taught him.

“Bang!”

He swung the peach wood sword in his hand with all his might, smashing the flowers in the yard to pieces with one blow.

"Hmph! How hateful! That's obviously not a god. You will regret it sooner or later if you do this!" He gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"Ahem, Xiao Fang, your mind is confused." A weak voice sounded behind him.

Mao Xiaofang quickly turned around and came to Lei Zhenzi's side with a worried look on his face. He supported Lei Zhenzi with his hands and asked with concern: "Master, you are still injured, why did you come out by yourself?"

Lei Zhenzi waved his hand, his face pale as he said, "My injury is not a problem."

He looked at Mao Xiaofang and said, "Xiaofang, I know you feel wronged. That demon is causing trouble in the village, but the villagers are still protecting him. You must be very disappointed in them!"

Mao Xiaofang lowered his head and said, "Master, no."

"Haha, I brought you up personally, so I can tell what you're thinking at a glance.

Lei Zhenzi smiled kindly, "But have you ever thought about this? Your master is seriously injured and there is nothing he can do about this.

Now you are the only one who can save them in Gantian Town. If you give up, the villagers will surely be killed by that demon. Can you bear it?"

Mao Xiaofang clenched his fists tightly, "Master, I... I... I can't defeat it now."

"We must fight even if we cannot win. It is the bounden duty of cultivators like us to uphold justice and slay demons and monsters. Even if it costs us our lives, we will do it!" Lei Zhenzi said firmly.

Mao Xiaofang looked at his master's resolute face. At this moment, his heart trembled, as if something was touched.