"From beginning to end, there were only four of them. You must have remembered it wrong."

"never mind."

Murong Yan didn't care and swung the sledgehammer.

"Let's go, let's not waste time!"

…

At this moment.

Secret Center.

In that small pond.

Jiang Xuan closed his eyes and crossed his legs, and streams of spiritual liquid were continuously absorbed into his body and slowly refined.

Compared with before.

His appearance has changed greatly.

Hair black.

Keep your waist straight.
Chapter completed!