Some monks are not very optimistic about this issue.

After all, the invasion of the external demon was like a sharp blade, hanging high above everyone's heads at any time, and it would fall down at any time.

Whenever they think of this, they feel bored and don’t know how to solve it.

On the Egret Mountain, the feast began again.

The disciples of Yuhua Sect probably did not expect that they would have the opportunity to receive hundreds of quasi-saint cultivators in one breath.

Seeing the Taoist rhymes rippling from the bodies of quasi-saint monks, crisscrossing and bent half of the sky, the disciples were in their hearts.

There are all such scenes. Then the next time, wouldn’t it be said that the uncle of the junior teacher is going to invite a banquet for 180 real saints here?

Although it may sound incredible, isn’t the scene in front of you not something that no one believed before today?

As long as the uncle Wang Yanyu is here, you will not worry about not seeing any miracles happen.

"Everyone."

"Have you ever thought that we might have a better choice than Chaos Sea?"

After three rounds of drinking, Wang Yinguo suddenly asked this question to everyone.

What?!

There is something like this?!
Chapter completed!