"Xiao Qing!" Xie Xuan exclaimed, hurriedly reached for Xiao Qing, who was flying back, and looked at the woman with a little blood in her arms and a haggard face. Xie Xuan sighed, "Xiao Qing, you are not strong enough. Why do you have to fight?"

Xiaoqing smiled quietly, without any regret for his injury. "Anyway, I'm all from the Xiaos. Xiaotianzong is my grandfather. How can I watch him die?"

"don't worry, I won't let this happen. Your wish is my wish." Xie Xuan nodded, put Xiao Qing gently on the ground, and grew up. There was anger in his eyes. A strong and incomparable momentum was surging and...