"Puff!"

The four faces of Ji Jialao, who spit out a mouthful of blood, suddenly turned pale. He stared at Ah Qing, who was the incarnation of Song Yan with bitter eyes, but dared not do it again. After all, he was not foolish and could hurt his people with one stroke. That strength definitely surpassed many others. After all, even the master of Yuan Ying's later period was confident of fighting dozens of tricks. If he had the advantage in magic weapons and Taoism, he would defeat Yuan Ying. Possibility of later stage.

"Lao Six, help your four brothers in for a rest!" Ji Tianqiong absorbs his mind and...