"pa ~"

"who is so bold that even the people of Tianxing Gang dare to move..."

at the end of Qixian street, a small courtyard was filled with rage. With the powder and water splashed on the teacup, Wan Tianxing's face suddenly turned pale

"guild leader, Liang Sanchuan comes back. He is a strong man with nine levels of cultivation." In the antique room, a wisp of sandalwood lingers in the weird fog on the eave corner beam, and a monk with seven levels of strength of practicing Qi answers respectfully.

"nine layers of gas training?" Wan Tianxing shakes up his royal robe and walks down to the hall in...