In the quiet room, Yang Xuanji sat cross-kneed.

In front of Yang Xuanji, a nearly glittering jade dress is suspended quietly.

call!

call!

Suddenly, like the sound of the wind whistling, in Yang Xuanji's ear, suddenly sounded.

Yang Xuanji's face showed some painful look.

But soon, his body suddenly became almost transparent, and a whirlwind began to circle around him.

It takes barely a breathing time, and there are cyclones everywhere in this secret room.

"Ultimate wind power, is this what my apprentice is now?" His eyes opened and Yang Xuanji's face was full of excitement.

He can feel that breakthroughs become quasi-heavenly people, more exaggerated than when he first...