similar tastes" Fang Yu surveyed his surroundings, thinking to himself. 。"Qi'ning, pour some tea." 。Inside the straw hut, there was a wooden table. Cangxi Zhenren sat at the head, Fang Yu, Lin Batian...Heaven-Striking Great Saint's heart trembled.

"Heavenly Martial Saint, your opponent is me…"

At this time, Ye Ge's voice rang out again.

The Heavenly Martial Saint's expression changed, and he immediately turned to look at the side.

"Ye Ge had already appeared on his left, less than thirty meters away."

At this moment, Ye Ge's face was as cold as ice, and a faint red glow flickered in his eyes.

"ly pulling the sacred fruit in mid-air towards himself."Huh"In the distance, among the rocky mountains, a man in ragged Taoist robes suddenly opened his eyes.This man was the one who had long occupied...