The sun is slanting to the West and dusk is approaching.

The crowds under Qitianfeng looked up one by one and stared at it.

In front of the ninth gateway, Tian Wuxiao was standing there with his hands around his chest and his eyes closed, seemingly waiting in all kinds of boredom, opening his eyes from time to time and glancing down.

Before Tian Wuxiao came to the ninth gate, the crowd was numb, as if in the eyes of the public, Tian Wuxiao could not come to the ninth gate, it is surprising.

Under the ninth portal, there is a slightly thin young man, who is stepping up and...