Unknowingly, Xu Qi 'an had already accumulated such deep prestige.
He remembered that he had once sent a letter through the book of the nether world, asking her to help capture Zhou chixiong, the centurion of the Golden guard who had escaped to Yunzhou. At that time, he was weak and lacked connections.
Half a year had passed, and he had caught up to her in both cultivation and reputation.
Even the Lords of the court would be envious of this reputation ... Chu Yuanxi watched silently from the side. He had been in Jianghu for many years, and Xu Qi 'an's rapid rise was not only rare, but unique.
Yang cuixue hesitated for a moment and said, ""The ink Pavilion will no longer participate in this matter, but martial Union has many forces and experts. It was the same for the Orthodox Daoist priests of the earth sect. Xu yinluo had to remember to act within her means and not to force herself.
"This old man will come and watch the battle tomorrow. At this critical moment ..."
