Xuantian demon saint has a powerful appearance. He smiles bravely and waves his hand: "come on, take a seat!"

there is a little demon standing. He takes a couch and puts it behind Yang Ling. Yang Ling smiled and sat down with a big saber, looking at the demon saint, waiting for him to reply.

"Yang Daoyou, Bensheng once promised to do three things for you. I don't know. Is what you said one thing?" Asked the demon saint of Xuantian with a smile.

Yang Ling's face remained the same, and he said with a smile, "if the demon saint is in charge, then even if it is, I have...