The next day, a group of people slowly returned from the magic gate, with their toes high and their heads down when they returned. They were defeated by the disabled soldiers. But in the team, whether Yin Qianjun or Yu Xuansheng, who had risen last night, they were all calm and calm at the moment, spraying around with their minds calmly.

Not far away, Guan Yu and Lao Xue are watching this group of people slowly moving towards the exit not far away.

"Old blood, what do you think?" Guan Yu smiled and sat cross-legged. These people were all his prey. The two golden dans were just appetizers.

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