Everyone raised their heads and widened their eyes.

A black line appeared in the sky, as if it was divided into two parts.

"It's not bad. In terms of spirituality, it's a little better than my imitation for the time being."

Before Tang Lian and the others could recover, the tilapia was tossed gently, and the Ming Suzaku inserted it back into the Wushuang Sword Box.

"People from Wushuang City, please go back.

A promise is a promise, and breaking the promise halfway will only make the little guy's heart become dusty.

Song Yanhui, who has already spoiled a natural sword embryo, don't raise another one. Otherwise, after a few more years, the word "Wushuang" will become useless."

"Young Master is right. Twelve years ago, Xue Yue City was not afraid of the Demon Sect's Eastern Expedition. Twelve years later, Xue Yue City is not afraid of a mere boy.

Tell those old guys in Wushuang City not to go back any longer."

The loud sound came from far to near, and accompanied by the sound was a gun coming from the east and slamming into the ground.

The earth exploded and endless dust rose up.

When the dust cleared, a pit appeared not far away, with a long gun stuck in the center and a person standing at the end of the gun.

He has a dignified appearance and a straight face, and his cloak rustles in the breeze, making him extremely majestic.

Seeing the visitor, Tilapia calmly uttered three words: "Lost money."
Chapter completed!