Every secret realm will lose some disciples, but it has never been so miserable. It doesn't mean that the whole army is wiped out.
However, the excellent disciples were still there, which made him feel a lot more comfortable.
The elders of the other sects also knew the news.
The worst thing is the City Lord's Mansion. They also sent out 200 people, but none of them came out. Of course, no one cares about casual cultivators.
Xing Chongshan approached Duan Yuqing, "Master Uncle, that is the loose cultivator Tan Shaoting, I invited their father and son to join our Shushan School."
Everyone has already seen Tan Shaoting, and here are all monks in the Jindan stage. Vision is still very good.
"Can."
Now Xing Chongshan was relieved, and he walked towards Tan Shaoting and his son with a smile.
"Tan Daoyou, let me introduce you to my uncle."
Tan Shaoting and his four children followed behind Xing Chongshan. All eyes are on them. My own disciple has already said it when he came back.
They are all a little envious of the Shushan School. They have already said that this monk on the tenth level of Qi training can be no worse than the two elite disciples of the Shushan School. If the three of them hadn't killed the leading Tier 4 Saber-toothed Leopard, what would have happened?
Although he is a casual cultivator and does not have a strong sense of belonging to the sect, powerful sects will also pay attention to it.
"Tan Daoyou, this is my uncle Duan Yuqing, Taoist name Qingyu Zhenren."
Tan Shaoting and the three children saluted, "I have seen real Qingyu."
"Tan Xiaoyou is polite, I want to thank Tan Xiaoyou for helping my nephew."
"Fellow Daoist Xing, they are worth it."
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