Until then.

Luo Yancai walked slowly out of the darkness and appeared next to the disciples of the Xu family.

"Brother Zheng, Brother Luo, I'm sorry, I was knocked off the cliff by his palm before, and it took me a long time to climb up, so I'm late." His face was pale, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, showing a bit of weakness.

"It's not too late, it's just the right time." Luo Chuan looked overjoyed, feeling like he had just walked through the gates of hell, so how could he blame Luo Yan?

Zheng Qiang hated Luo Yan very much in his heart.

If Luo Yan could have held the Xu family disciple for a few more minutes, he would have left with several large boxes from the Fang family. How could he be so seriously injured?

But now that his hands were crippled and he was almost a disabled person, he did not dare to blame Luo Yan.

"Brother Luo Yan, fortunately it's you, otherwise..." Zheng Qiang sat on the ground and said with a grateful face.

"It's all my fault. If I had come earlier, you two wouldn't have been seriously injured." Luo Yan apologized.

While talking, he was groping around the Xu family disciples.

A piece of jade pendant, a long knife, a few banknotes, a few small jade bottles, and... a blood-stained wooden box.

He stuffed the things into his pocket and cut off the Xu family disciple's neck with his knife. Then he walked to Luo Chuan and helped Luo Chuan up.

"Brother Luo, your chest is dented." Luo Yan stared at Luo Chuan's chest with a serious look on his face.

"It's okay, a little injury, it doesn't matter." Luo Chuan waved his hand, his smile a little bitter.

He was punched and kicked by a disciple of the Xu family, and he was lucky to survive.

As for this little injury.

For a blood refining warrior like him, it would only take him half a month.
Chapter completed!