Chen Xuan said loudly.

"Damn it, you bastard, don't leave if you can!"

"Very good, I didn't say I was leaving. I'm just waiting for you here. I want to see how strong your senior brother's cultivation is," Chen Xuan said with a grin.

At this moment, a strange aura condensed on Chen Xuan's body, burning towards the last remaining disciple.

This disciple was trembling all over.

Somewhere in the Lost Secret Realm, a group of warriors had just returned from a mountain range.

If Chen Xuan were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that the young man leading this group of people was none other than Lu Wen'an.

Lu Wen'an's expression was extremely ferocious. They originally thought they could find the inheritance in the mountains, but it turned out that except for monsters, there were no magic weapons at all.

"Damn it, this Chen Yungui clearly said there was a magic weapon inside, but I didn't encounter anything inside."

He was in a miserable state, and his arm was bitten by a monster.

At this time, he suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground, then took out the elixir from the space ring and began to recover from his injuries.

Time passed by, and half an hour later, his injuries had basically recovered.

Lu Wen'an is a strong member of the inner sect of the Tianyun Sect, and his strength is comparable to Zhou Runhong's. Although his cultivation level is not higher than that of his opponent, it is not much different.

"Although we didn't find the inheritance inside, we did get a lot of good things..." Suddenly, a disciple said.

Lu Wen'an responded very unhappily: "That being said, our losses are also huge."

"Senior Brother Lu Wen'an, we can't think like that. You see, these spiritual herbs are so precious. Our harvest this time is not small. If we use these spiritual herbs to refine elixirs, the cultivation of the few of us will soon improve.
Chapter completed!