If there were no disciples sweating heavily and it would be even more perfect.

Idol disciples have never seen such a formation.

He was so scared that he was as pale as paper, and he took a step back in unison.

Until Fang Yi turned around and glared at him.

He drew out his sword in a hurry as if he was quick to make up for it.

Strong and firm!

Losing cannot lose!

This is Fang Yi’s only request to them before going up the mountain.

If they don’t ask them to kill the enemy, if they can’t do this well, it will be really a waste.

Fortunately, they drew their swords together in the end, which was a bit of shame, which was not too ugly.

Seeing this, Chief Cang looked calm. As for what he was thinking, only he knew.

"Lin Ye, we did it too much at the beginning, but it is also true that you took away the magical weapons and magical skills of my sect. Is it inappropriate to ask us to explain now, right?"
Chapter completed!