Then he looked around faintly.

"Is this the declining Baiyun Temple?"

In Li Chunqiu's memory, Baiyun Temple was also established by an existence second only to Taoist ancestors.

But now there is only one Guanzhu who barely leads the energy into the body.

It's really lamentable and sad.

"This spirit-induced formation is wasted!"

Li Chunqiu finally knew where his spiritual energy came from.

As expected, every time he practiced, he consumed the spiritual energy here.

"Who are you?"

Sikong Baili frowned. He really couldn't remember what character he was.

Since the fifth dynasty was destroyed, both martial arts in the world have declined. In the past, those who lured qi into their bodies were serious servants of each sect, but now it is the cultivation level that only the Taoist masters of one sect have.

And nourishing qi and entering the spirit is even more of a legendary cultivation level.

The person in front of him is at least a cultivation level that cultivates energy and enters the spirit. Such a person should not be silent and nameless.

"I?"

"Maybe you'll know one day."

Li Chunqiu's index finger bounced on the sword, and the long sword in Sikong Baili's hand was bounced out.

When Sikong Baili came to his senses again, the man in white had disappeared from the spot, he murmured at the sky:
Chapter completed!