"Master Haichan, save me! Master Haichan, you promised to accept me as your disciple, and I am your disciple now. Master Haichan, the Medicine King Stone has been robbed. If you don't come over, you won't get a penny."

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Hearing Wang Wei shouting like this, Li Yong immediately became vigilant.

He spread out his spiritual consciousness skills and sensed the surroundings; he immediately discovered that a warrior with a powerful aura was quickly approaching from the other side of the mountain. Li Yong judged that this was at least a peak spiritual realm expert.

Opening his clairvoyant eyes, Li Yong hurriedly looked over, and immediately saw an old monk wearing cassocks, holding an alms bowl in his palm, with Zen beads as big as eggs hanging around his neck, running wildly through the air on the high treetops.

come over.

Damn it, trapeze artist.

No, it should be a flying monk.

The old monk's Qinggong skills really amazed Li Yong.

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoli, an old monk is coming, please stay back." Li Yong ordered.

Baoyu and Wang Li had already sensed the pressure of mountains and seas. Knowing that they were no match, they hurriedly retreated behind Li Yong. The two looked at each other, and Wang Li suddenly turned into a little cat, meowed, and burrowed into the grass.

among.

Baoyu then ran in another direction and hid in a forest.
Chapter completed!