Hearing this, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Xiaoyun's eyes lit up slightly, and he roared: "Someone! ”

The soldiers guarding outside the tent walked in, and Ji Xiaoyun ordered directly: "Go and call Chief Xuan over." ”

Xuanwu was seriously injured before, and after learning that his master had returned, he went back to recuperate.

The soldiers immediately responded, and hurried to find their commander, the closest subordinate of the guard.

Xuanwu didn't delay for a moment when he heard Ji Xiaoyun looking for him.

He was wounded on the shoulder, in the abdomen, and in the waist, and was wrapped in bandages, and came with only a large piece of clothing.

After stepping into the camp tent, seeing everyone's clothes falling into the sky, especially Mo Zixuan's hair like a madman, Xuanwu felt very bad.

"What's going on?"

He asked everyone present, but his eyes drifted to his master who was lying on the wooden bed.

With just one glance, Xuanwu's eyes were cracked.

He is a person who practices martial arts, and he can easily tell whether a person is dead or alive, even if it is a disguise.

At this time, looking at the master lying on the bed, Xuanwu ignored his own injuries, stood on tiptoes, and flew to the bed.

"Lord...... Son, master, master! ”

Xuanwu first shouted tentatively, stretched out his hand to touch, but did not dare to move in mid-air.

Xu Wenzhan, who was standing closest to him, clenched his fists and spoke in a low voice: "Master, I have already gone." ”

He said this very hard.

When Xuanwu heard this, he immediately stared at him with eyes full of murderous intent, "Don't talk nonsense!" ”

Xu Wenzhan saw Xuanwu such an iron-clad man, his face was full of tears, knowing that he already knew the facts, but he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't bear to turn his head.

Xuanwu finally dropped his hand and put his finger on the pulse of Jiang Zebei's neck, where it was calm, and the master's body temperature was gradually getting colder.

"Master!! Xuanwu roared like a wounded beast.

As soon as his voice rang out, a group of secret guards dressed in strict dark clothes and wearing silver masks broke in from outside, there were thirty or forty people.

The weapons in the hands of these people were pointed at everyone in the room.

Their eyes searched the house for the chief, and for their master.

Soon, the eyes of the secret guards were locked on Xuanwu and the master lying on the bed.

"Ahhh!!h

Xuanwu stepped forward to hug Jiang Zebei's corpse, and a roar of anger sounded.

Seeing this, the secret guards naturally knew that something had happened to their master.

The bloody aura of the people was not half hidden, and all of them were released,

The huge tent was filled with the killing aura that had spread from the guards, and they all stared at everyone with unkind faces.

Ji Xiaoyun's face was also very ugly.

He looked at the secret guards who could do it to them in the next moment, and the breath of the moon and the hun was very fluctuating.

Now that the master is dead, and the death is unknown, it is necessary to say that each of them is responsible.

But now is not the time to pursue this.

"Chief! Now that the death of the master is unknown because of the Turks, what we have to do is not to delay time here, but to save the master and avenge the master! ”

Mo Zixuan, who was lying on Mo Ziye's shoulder, suddenly sobered up when he heard the content of Ji Xiaoyun's second half of his sentence.

He pushed away his cousin's arms, turned around and stared at Jiang Zebei's corpse, and muttered: "Yes, the master can live and die, and the master will definitely be able to save him!" As the master once said, as long as the body is well preserved......"