"Hello, Daoyou, your surname..."

in the dense forest, several sword shadows rise like a rainbow flying through the sun, hovering in the air, like the emergence of aura, and the momentum is steaming.

when Lu Chen's hands were eating, his two fingers moved together, and his mighty magic power, Zhenyuan silk, came out. He manipulated the flying sword, and stopped two Tianxing sect monks who practiced eight levels of Qi in a very strange way. While fighting with others, he did not forget to ask about the name of the strong man. He looks calm and wants to spit blood from the monks of the star sect for several days....