Su Yu climbed up from the ground, patted the dirt off himself, spat out mud from his mouth, and explained to Xia Mian, "Grand Ancestor, don't worry, I can handle these rookies!"
Saying this, he lifted his robe corner and was about to charge ahead again.
But, it was just a gesture.
Su Yu, in a fighting stance, glanced back at Xia Mian, "Grand Ancestor, should I go?"
Xia Mian said nothing.
"I'm really going!" Su Yu looked at Xia Mian pleadingly again.
Xia Mian nodded seriously, "Go for it, knock those turtle sons down!"
Su Yu's mouth twitched, "Grand Ancestor..."
Xia Mian took out a talisman and stuck it on Su Yu's back, then kicked him flying!
Dragging around, dawdling, no wonder Yukun Mountain is treated like a soft persimmon!
Su Yu only felt his whole body instantly fly up, rushing into the battle circle. Perhaps it's his illusion, his entire body seemed filled with endless energy, and using Taoist Techniques felt as natural and easy as moving an arm.
