"Roar!" In the howling of the white tiger, he suddenly beats the leaves over the sky, and then, sometimes, a roar vibrates the mountains.

Ye Kong is pressed to the ground. The bloody smell in the white tiger's mouth has come to his face, and his body has been overwhelmed.

at this moment, ye Kong was no longer humble. He raised his hand abruptly and sacrificed a bright golden knife.

the gold blade has been hanging on his waist. Zhou long saw it for a long time. He didn't think so. It's just a poor weapon, a junk close to quasi samsara weapons.

seeing ye Kong take it out at...