Chapter 217 Panlong Whip

"Sure enough, archery is supernatural!"

The old man in green, known as Mr. Lin, smiled admiringly.'We should go too!'

When talking, a green rattan with a thick thumb spreads out of its palm, and flies like a butterfly in the air, but it divides into two and four... In an instant, the four people are surrounded by countless vines, criss-crossing, intertwined with each other.

In the blink of an eye, a giant rattan ball has condensed and formed, enclosing all four people, including the old man in green clothes.

"Huh!" The rattan ball rolled forward, faster and faster, even though it had already crashed into a...