Mo Bei turned around, looked at the three of them, frowned slightly, and asked, "Senior Brother Wang, why are there only you three, and the other three brothers?"

Wang Yihao sighed and said, "Junior Brother Langya, as well as Junior Brother Chen Hao, and Junior Brother Ye, all died tragically in the secret realm."

The other two showed a hint of sadness, and obviously they all knew about this.

Mo Bei sighed, feeling a pity for the fall of the three of them.

"Master!" After half of the incense stick, seven figures suddenly appeared in front of Mo Bei and shouted.

"Li Feng, are you okay!" Mo Bei's eyes looked worried.

Li Feng and the other two shook their heads one after another, saying that nothing was wrong.

Zhang Qingyu giggled and said, "Master, the sword formation you gave us is very powerful, so we will naturally not have any trouble."

Wu Zixu nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, although those disciples who come to the door are all strong and most of them are stronger than us, once we seven of us cast the Dayan Zongheng Seven-Star Sword Formation, they will immediately be defeated by us."

"Yeah, yeah, and we've got a lot of treasures in it..." Qinghen said with a smile.

Seeing that the seven Qi training disciples were fine, Mo Bei felt relieved.

While these people were talking, other monks also found their respective "sect areas".

"Okay, seven days have passed, and the secret realm of Tianlong Temple ended." At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in front of the crowd.
Chapter completed!