In this angry drink, countless young disciples lost their spirits, and then cried and shouted, jumping and jumping like a madman, with a slap in the face of despair.

"here comes the ancestor! My ancestors have come to save us! "

"the ancestor finally appeared, and he didn't give up on us."

"ancestor! Kill him, avenge us, kill him! "

“……”

the voice of exhaustion is constantly shouting, with excitement and resentment in its tone.

when Xu Feng heard this, he didn't stop his killing. His hands were still clapping, and the green disciples died.

"think he can save you when he comes? You are still going to die! "...