Fellow Taoist of Xuantian Sect, should this Yin Lei Umbrella in your hand be returned to Huayang Sect?"

Master Wuyang frowned deeper. He knew that Qi Jianzhu rushed to speak out at this time, intending to show off in front of Patriarch Tonghui. Patriarch Tonghui has now successfully overcome the tribulation. If he happens to feel happy, he might have this opportunity.

Benefits of cutting candles together.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at He Lingxiu.

His true disciple He Lingxiu was usually very alert, so logically he would not have thought of this, so he was a little surprised.

What made him even more strange was that when he turned around, He Lingxiu blinked at him calmly.

"Yin Lei Umbrella?"

Wang Liyang raised the dilapidated Yin Lei Umbrella in his hand, with a confused look on his face, "I just picked this up."

Qi Jianzhu stepped forward and stood beside Master Qingyang. The breeze was blowing his robes, making him feel self-conscious and unrestrained. But when he heard Wang Li's words, he was suddenly stunned.

The expressions on the faces of the monks in the surrounding sky, including the immortal seedlings behind Master Bai Xi, all became a little strange.

This disciple of Xuantian Sect seems to think a little differently from others, and seems to have difficulty communicating.

"you……"

Qi Jianzhu was stunned for a breath, and there was some anger on his face, "This is obviously the magic weapon used by the ancestor to resist the catastrophe."

Wang Lidao: "Then why was it picked up by me?"

"..." All the monks present were stunned again.
Chapter completed!