The Golden bead

Li Tian's heart skipped a beat as he dodged the attack. He was shocked.

Judging from the palm strike just now, this person was at least a fifth-stage golden immortal.

"Junior Sister?"

At this moment, the old monk, who had finally regained consciousness, felt a soft touch behind him. When he turned around, he was met with a pair of eyes that were as gentle as water. He immediately exclaimed in disbelief.

"Senior brother, it's me."

A rough voice that sounded like it had been ground by stones rang out. The face of a young girl in her late twenties had an extremely hoarse voice, giving people a strange sense of disharmony.

"Junior Sister, what's your voice?" The old monk suddenly sat up. He didn't look weak at all as he pulled the black-robed woman's hand and asked.

"It's fine, senior brother. Why are you here?"

The black-robed woman shook her head. She carefully checked the old monk's injuries and asked him about his condition.