Dongzhou.

Canglong Ridge.

At this time.

There were figures standing in the sky above.

Two of them are two old men with majestic and extraordinary bearing.

A man is tall and majestic, wearing a green-bottomed gold-edged robe with a green dragon totem embroidered on it.

The other was thin and tall, wearing a red-bottomed gold-edged robe with a red bird totem embroidered on it.

These two people are Ji Qingcang, the "ancestor of Qinglong" and Tantai Qianchuan, the "ancestor of Suzaku".

Opposite them were four people.

One was wearing a purple robe, with seven pairs of wings on his back, and his body exuded a holy light.

The second one was wearing a black-gold battle armor, and the third one was wearing a black-blue battle armor. Both of them were tall and burly.

The fourth one wore a black metal waistcoat, had a rough face, and was six meters tall, like an iron tower.

Therefore, not long ago, when Ji Qingcang and Tantai Qianchuan were about to rush to the Immortal Mountain to help, they suddenly encountered these four strange people.

So, they chased him all the way here.

Ji Qingcang frowned and asked in a deep voice: "You four are so sneaky, who are you?"

Tantai Qianchuan looked at the four of them coldly and said, "You are dressed so strangely. Which sect do you come from? Why did you run away when you saw us?"

The four people on the opposite side did not say anything, but looked at Ji Qingcang and Tantai Qianchuan with wary faces.

They could feel that the two old men in front of them were very extraordinary. They had strong vitality and terrifying pressure, and their strength must be above them.

"Why don't you speak?"

Ji Qingcang's voice was a little louder, deafening.
Chapter completed!