All the core disciples gathered around and asked. Three Hall Lord Zhong Wuyin waved his hand: "wait for the main hall Lord to come out and tell you." A moment later, Zhuo buqun, the main hall owner, came out and waved, "all go to the hall to gather." All the disciples quickly ran to the main hall, and the four main hall leaders came together. Qin Wushuang put his hands together in his sleeves, gently clenched his fist, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat“ Master, you have to hold on. As long as you hold on, even if it's a sea of swords, mountains and fires, poverty, blue and Yellow Springs, the disciple should also ask for God's baby fruit for you! " Qin Wushuang whispered in his heart. The ancients said that mother and son are connected, but at this moment, Qin Wushuang realized that teachers and disciples are like close relatives. Zhou Fu couldn't help taking two steps forward, but she was gently grabbed by the same door behind her. In the expression of the hall Lord, there was a trace of fatigue. He lightened his voice and announced, "don't worry, Lord Tan, your life is all right." Hearing the news, everyone put down half of their burden. At this moment, there was no strange sound or thought in the whole hall. There are only the disciples of Xingluo hall and the companionship of Xingluo hall. All the disciples are praying for and worried about Tan Zhongchi. Family disputes, go to hell! At this moment, only the words "Xingluo hall" are rippling in each disciple's heart. Every one of them is filled with anger, anger! This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation