Lingda didn't dare to believe his eyes, but in the deep soul, the yellow and bright inner crystal told him that there was no problem with his vision. He was indeed a second-class martial saint.

"master, this ~" similarly dazed Lingda couldn't believe looking at Mo ran, as if seeking his help.

feeling the eager eyes around, Mo ran smiled lightly, shook his head and said: "if I guess well, it has something to do with me. However, it's not the time to discuss this. There are still guests waiting for us outside. Let's solve the immediate problems first. "

as soon as he mentioned this, linggong eight immediately turned...