Silence.

The whole frost mountain range is in silence, tens of thousands of people, no one dares to make a sound, only the hunting wind, whispering.

All these strong men frown and glance around, wondering who the man in front of them is and how dare he pose so smartly.

As for the older generation of the strong, all of them feel suffocated, dizzy and have a sense of dreaming.

"Qin Xiaoyao, you are not dead." A long time later, a voice came out from the crowd. The man who spoke was Uncle Eagle. At the moment, his body was trembling violently, and his voice was even more intermittent.

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