"cut."

Ye Xingchen reluctantly took it, took a bite, and then...well, ate the rest.

No one can resist the temptation of delicious food, not even the cold and cold Emperor Wu!

I can compose poems and grill skewers.

The admiration of the disciples for their master is as endless as a torrential river!

After the outdoor barbecue, Jun Changxiao and his disciples continued on their way, and stopped in front of Death Valley shrouded in light mist the next day.

The three characters "Death Valley" are engraved on the stone wall at the entrance of the valley. The color is red, as if it was dyed with blood.

"Hoo ho!"

The cold wind blows and pours into the valley mouth, making a sound like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.

In front of the valley, many warriors were hesitating. When they saw Jun Changxiao and his entourage coming, they immediately started talking in low voices.

"Huh? Is it the Iron Bone Sect?"

"Master Jun brings so many disciples here, do you want to go to Death Valley to experience them?"
Chapter completed!