"Jian Jiuhuang, you are also the first person in the world. Have you ever seen the legendary poster?"

Old Huang was stunned for a moment, rubbed the oil stains on his hands on his clothes, his eyes were not messy at all, and he smiled:

“I haven’t seen it before!

Why, I'm curious about that illusory person?

In this way, why don’t you join the world’s No. 1 floor?

With your martial arts, reputation in the world, and influence in the world, no matter what, the poster should meet you personally.

Maybe the legendary four heavenly kings can have a place for you.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Xianzhi was silent.

On the wasteland, the old white-haired man holding a peach blossom branch looked into the sky from afar.

The sky gate was closed and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Put down the black donkey in his hand and jumped up lightly.
Chapter completed!