Why have you never heard from Xiaoyou Cheng?

Including Yan Jun, the Qinglong and White Tiger God General, he was even more confused.

Isn’t it all Cheng Fan’s efforts to control the view of water?

Where did a senior brother appear?

The disciples were also surprised and confused.

Everyone looked out of the palace, but there was no movement.

Suddenly, black and white colors appeared on the ground in the center of the crystal palace.

Two Yin and Yang fish chased each other happily, quickly forming a fast-rotating Tai Chi diagram.

A figure wearing a black and white Taoist robe with an obscure and mysterious aura slowly emerged.

The Taoist's appearance seemed to be separated by a layer of clouds, and it was hard to see clearly.

The King of Hell who had just sat there was not hot enough, but he stood up again!

This time I got up more than twice as fast as the last time!

The Shocking Falcon clearly saw the shock on the face of the King of Hell, and his expression was incredible.

He quickly stood up.

As if it were dominoes, everyone stood up again and paid tribute to the Taoist.

"Oh, there is no need to be polite."

A gentle voice sounded in the hearts of everyone.

An invisible force made them sit down again.

Seeing the seat above Cheng Fan, the Taoist shook his head and chuckled:

"My junior brother, why bother?"

As he said that, he gently hooked his index finger.

The mat above Cheng Fan fell down and was placed side by side with Cheng Fan's position.

His figure swayed and appeared next to Cheng Fan.

"Relax, this is your home court."
Chapter completed!