boom!!!
And it hit something, and there was a loud noise.
Ren Xiaoyao flew higher, and the pain in the back of his head was slightly relieved, but he could smell a foul smell between his mouth and nose.
This made Ren Xiaoyao very uncomfortable.
"Who is sneaking around? Just get out!"
Ren Xiaoyao shouted sharply.
His sword intention already knew where the person was.
"Your Majesty is so blessed, you are worthy of being the Happy Sword Immortal who climbed to the top of Wuliang Sword Mountain!"
A hearty laugh sounded.
I saw an old man with gray hair and childish face flying slowly from not far away.
It’s none other than Murong Changsheng!
"Who are you?"
Ren Xiaoyao stared at Murong Changsheng and was a little surprised when he saw that the other person's aura was only from the second level of Taiyi.
Murong Changsheng stepped on the dung bucket with a smile on his face, looking cheerful and harmless to humans and animals.
"I am Murong Changsheng."
Naturally, Ren Xiaoyao had never heard of Murong Changsheng, and he didn't bother to ask about Murong Changsheng's origins.
"Make way, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
Ren Xiaoyao had an impatient look on his face.
Murong Changsheng shook his head.
"No, since I, Murong Changsheng, am here today, your Majesty cannot take a step closer to the Shuiyue Sect."
Chapter completed!