The formation disk under Mu Xiu's feet instantly shattered, and everyone else was also knocked away.
"A bunch of scum!"
Jinxian's face was full of mockery, and he raised his sword to send everyone on their way.
Phew! Phew!
The sharp sound of horses hooting suddenly sounded, and then Guo Degang was heard.
"What!?"
Jinxian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly turned his head when he felt danger.
I saw Hongxing riding a black horse that had turned red, coming quickly, like a red meteor piercing the void, and the Tang Hengdao in her hand shone with a soul-stirring cold light.
"There are only five middle-grade immortal weapons, and the poor monk is not envious at all!"
Master No. 3 said he was not envious, but his expression looked like he had eaten a whole lemon...
Chapter completed!