"By the way, don't call me that from now on. Just call me by my name!"
"Isn't this... not good?"
Zuo Fan scratched his head and said cautiously, "If you don't want me to call you 'Deputy Palace Master Wang', how about I call you 'Young Master' from now on?"
"Alright!"
Wang Bo nodded.
When Zuo Fan began to refine the elixir, he flew up the Twelve Feiying Needles left by Leng Wuhen and dripped blood to recognize their ownership.
From then on, Chiyan Peak’s most powerful weapon, the Twelve Feiying Needles, officially changed hands!
"Whoosh whoosh!"
A sound of breaking air came from far away.
Following the sound, two graceful figures, one red and one green, flashed over.
It was Hongyue and Ni Qiuhuan.
"Are you not hurt?" Wang Bo asked with concern.
"Thank you for your concern, we are not injured!"
Before Hongyue could say anything, Ni Qiuhuan spoke first, "We let Yue Xingchen and the others escape. Saint Hongyue and I only killed two of them."
"That's enough!"
Wang Bo nodded. "The Illusion Trial has just begun. We will have more opportunities to make them pay!"
He just killed six people, and Hongyue and Ni Qiuhuan killed two more.
Now there are only seven righteous disciples left.
Although the remaining ones are cultivators with relatively strong cultivation, the advantage in numbers is at least not as obvious as before.
"Wang Bo, what were you doing just now?"
Hongyue was filled with grief and anger as she asked, "You actually took the Berserk Pill?"
Hearing this, Ni Qiuhuan's beautiful eyes also showed a hint of pity, "Master, why are you doing this?"
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