Yi Ping stared blankly at the storage bag in Song Yizhi's hand.

what happened?

"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough..."

Intermittent coughing sounds were heard, and Bei Xianyue raised her hand to perform the secret.

The dust dispersed and the formation started. The people who were blasted out by the thunder bomb were trapped by Beixianyue's formation before they could react.

Lu Li cut off the spirit-binding net with his sword and pulled out Wei Ling and Qin Jiazhang.

Wei Ling was so angry that he took out his long sword and said aggressively, "Which bastard dares to ambush my aunt? I have to chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs today!"

"Go!" Song Yizhi pointed to the monks who were unable to move.

Wei Ling and Qin Jiazhang walked up with swords in hand, one for each monk.

Bright red splashed out, and Yiping blinked his eyes before he came back to his senses.
Chapter completed!