The next moment, Xiang Tianwu seemed to sense something.

"Since you're here, why don't you just show up?"

As he spoke, Xiang Tianwu glanced in a certain direction again.

"Old friend, long time no see."

A complex voice sounded.

In the direction Xiang Tianwu was looking, another figure came floating towards him.

This man is wearing a yellow robe, is not tall, has a vicissitudes of life face, and has white beard and hair.

Especially a pair of eyebrows, which are extremely long, stretching from the eyebrows to the cheeks.

The old man with long eyebrows came to Xiang Tianwu's head and couldn't help but be a little shocked when he saw Xiang Tianwu become like this.

"What? You didn't expect that I, Xiang Tianwu, would be such a down-and-out person, right?"

Xiang Tianwu said with some self-deprecation.

The long-browed old man sighed.

Didn't say anything.

He turned around and looked at the two battle situations.

He first glanced at Ye Qingyun, and then his eyes fell on Yan Zheng.

It seems that in the eyes of the long-browed old man, Yan Zheng is a higher threat than Ye Qingyun.

"Old friend, we haven't seen each other for many years, but now I'd better vent my anger on my old friend first, and then have a good time reminiscing with him."

After the long-browed old man finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Go straight to Yan Zheng.

boom!!!

next moment.

The power of the saint pervades heaven and earth.

This old man with long eyebrows is also a saint!
Chapter completed!