Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun's faces were pale, their lips were trembling, and they almost ran away.

"Elder, what's wrong? Go and have a look."

"From ancient times to the present, it appears every few hundred years. Whenever it comes out, many people will die!" Elder Zhuo Yun said in a trembling voice.

When a group of children heard this, they were greatly frightened. They stumbled backwards one by one. They were extremely nervous, their whole bodies were chilled, and their scalps were a little numb.

Moreover, what people did not expect was that Xiong Fei and Elder Zhuo Yun ignored them and ran away without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Is there such an irresponsible elder? He ran away for his life first!

"You guys wait, we're going to invite the seniors!" Fortunately, the voices of two people came from the wind.

The frying pan here in Shishan is a supernatural phenomenon that has existed since ancient times and has no solution since ancient times? What's going on, they actually encountered it!

Everyone was afraid, but they sympathized more with the unfortunate child. It was obvious that the existence had its eyes on him.

Many people braved their courage and walked forward for a certain distance and looked towards the yard, but they couldn't help but be stunned. What was this guy doing? How courageous!

After being awakened, the little boy slowly came back to his senses and was no longer afraid. At this time, he actually jumped on the gray-haired old man and sat on his neck.

He grabbed a piece of bluestone in his hand and kept hitting it hard. He didn't know whether he wanted to cut off the head or break the ancient sword. He shouted: "Give me back your sword and I will cut it out for you. Don't follow me."

I’m so annoyed!”

At the same time, a sound broke through the sky, and an old man appeared in the distance, holding a yellow gourd in his hand, filled with chaotic energy.

In addition, long roars came one after another in the distance, and the strong men practicing on the magnificent treasure mountains were alarmed. The senior officials of Butian Pavilion were shaken, and they all came out of the seclusion and rushed here.

The tickets were drawn closer, and I saw old book friends appearing, new book friends joining, and becoming popular at the same time. There are also many book friends who subscribe to old books in order to generate monthly tickets. I don’t know what to say to thank you. I will definitely try my best this month! Go and write the first chapter
Chapter completed!