"Menger, where's the most vigorous wind here?" Chu Nan asked this sentence, his face flashed with a confident divine color. Purple dream looked at the fool with some fascination, shook his head, and scolded him in his heart, saying, "of course, the sixth floor!"

"the sixth layer? How can I see only five floors? " Chu Nan questions.

"on the sixth floor, there is only one hole, and the gang wind of that hole can even tear the iron stone. Don't tell me, fool, you need to go to the sixth floor. Let's go. I'll take you to a place where the gang wind is weakest. Let's stay for three...