Zheng Shan no longer cared about giving the grass leaves to Xia Jiu. He suddenly stepped back and summoned two magical weapons to block the three people in an instant.
"Fellow Daoist Xia, please help me quickly. If I die, do you think they will be able to give you the soul grass?"
Xia Jiu was still hesitating, but when he heard this, he jumped up instantly. While he was still in the air, he had already used a magical weapon that looked like a black stick.
"boom!"
The black stick suddenly burst out with an astonishing momentum, not only the magic weapons of Yu Lu and the other two were shaken so that they could not get close, but the crabapple flowers next to it also fell down immediately.
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