Guan Yu didn't think much about it. He could not hurt Wang Xiaorong by saying anything. He saw a flour stall next to him. After running forward for a few steps, he gave the flour stall to the sail directly.

Suddenly the flour was flying all over the sky like a white fog. The flour-laden disciples of Honglian School were covered all over their bodies. Seriously, even their faces were covered. They looked like a snowman.

"Ha-ha-ha!"

Everyone immediately laughed, and when the seller of the flour booth was about to yell at him, Guan Yu handed over a ingot of silver directly, and the other turned around with the...