The phoenix circled down, and an old man in black jumped onto the deck with a small phoenix on his head. Behind him were seven or eight secret guards from the Zhuiying Palace. They had all heard that the emperor was seriously injured, and had come to help. After all, the Zhuiying Palace has always been willing to help others without expecting anything in return, as people in the martial arts world say.
Although both the Immortal and Ghost Hand lived in the East China Sea for a long time, they were both secluded and free, so this was the first time they met each other. In the past, Nanmo Xie would always complain about Ghost Hand whenever he had something to do, so he thought that the two must have had a feud. He was a little unsure and thought that even if he wanted to save him, he would probably beat him up while he was unconscious before saving him.
"How is the emperor?" asked the secret guard who had returned to report the news anxiously.
"The emperor is fine now. It was my master who directed all the cold energy onto himself." Logan said, "But my master has been unable to get up since then. He can only be placed in an ice coffin temporarily. Senior Ghost Hand, please help him."
"Your master, Nanmo Xie? I have heard of your great name for a long time." Ghost Hand Divine Doctor nodded, "Let's go and take a look first."
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