C468 Direct disciple

Wuji Sect, Plaza.

Zhang Xian's body that was seated cross legged suddenly tilted, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale white without a trace of blood, and his forehead was filled with anger. He opened his eyes and a trace of killing intent flashed across his eyes. Then, he quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Just as he stood up