No matter when it was, Zhang Xiaofan always kept part of his attention on Luo Yunji. Seeing that he was being chased by the White-Faced Scholar, he hurriedly abandoned the Blood-Sucking Ancestor, stepped out with his Footwork, and in the blink of an eye caught up and blocked him.
"You want to stop me?" The White-Faced Scholar looked at Zhang Xiaofan standing in his way, at that youthful face. Though he was smiling, he felt an absurdity beyond words in his heart.
"It's two against one now!" The Blood-Sucking Ancestor chased after them and looked at Zhang Xiaofan, a smug, murderous smile spreading across his face.
He turned his head and saw the blood-red skull in Dabai's hand. The smugness on his face instantly turned to anger. "Give me back my magical treasure!"
"You want to compare numbers?" Zhang Xiaofan looked at the four star-like green lights circling Little Fatty, took a stack of white gauze from his sleeve, and tossed it over.
The Blood-Sucking Ancestor and the White-Faced Scholar stared in astonishment at the four White-Clad Figures who had suddenly appeared.
"Yin Spirits!" Compared with the Blood-Sucking Ancestor, the White-Faced Scholar had seen far more.
"Yin Spirits!" Hearing the White-Faced Scholar's words, the Blood-Sucking Ancestor studied the five White-Clad Figures before him in disbelief, then looked over Little Fatty's face, as if trying to see whether this Azure Cloud Sect disciple before him was real or false. He had suffered at the hands of these five White-Clad Figures before.
Luo Yunji felt much steadier when he saw that Zhang Xiaofan had come.
"I'm telling you! We have six people now! You'd better leave quickly!" After saying that, he waved at the Blood-Sucking Ancestor and the White-Faced Scholar, as if sparing their lives, with an especially magnanimous air!
At that