"Brother Long, I, how can I be his opponent..." Yuan Sanlang's face was full of self-distrust.

Danxuan shook his head and whispered a few words in his ear. Yuan Sanlang frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "Is this really okay?"

Danxuan said with a light smile: "You can take care of yourself and do as I say!"

Yuan Sanlang nodded helplessly, but he still looked at Menggang with some timidity.

When the two confronted, Yuan Sanlang could not help glancing at the closed direction of the hall, grabbing the handle of the Xuanjian sword in his hand, and looking at Meng Gang, who was staring at each other....