At this time, the cave entrance.

Wang Xiaohu and others are waiting anxiously. Xiaoyang, who has been going down for almost forty minutes, hasn't signaled yet.

"Two predecessors, the eldest is below... Did something happen to you?" Wang Xiaohu did not move Ming Wang and Liu Qingdao.

The Ming King frowned and said, "Wait a minute. I believe that even if something happens, the few masters can handle it well."

"Hello, look, white tobacco..."

A man in Shibang shouted excitedly.

When people looked down the cliff, there was indeed a cloud of white smoke, which was slowly rising. This white smoke is naturally ignited by Xiaoyang.

"Everything is normal below....