The middle-aged monk couldn't help but look suspicious. Then after a magic formula was played out, one of the tokens slowly flew up and fell into the man's hands.

"if it's really Yan Luo Ling of the twelve Yan Luo halls, I can't believe that my little friend got more than ten at a time! You are chased and killed by more than ten ghost practitioners in Yanluo hall at the same time. It seems that you are extraordinary. "

after half a sound, the talent appraisal is finished, and he looks at Ye Feng strangely and mumbles.

"I'm just lucky, how can I be a miracle!" Ye Feng said...