ked at lin hui and others to leave the back, but calmly returned a sentence.
the practice of those people was by no means so easy to deal with, and they were also the ones who avenged them by the same door, and
ought back these swords. being reasonable, they can't stop them.
”take back the swords of these sisters and set up a tomb for them.”
the disciples of the funeral palace never left the sword, and the sword uld be taken by them, and the five disciples must have ceased to do so.
at the thought of this, all the disciples of the flower palace bowed their heads, looked at the five swords, and became silent.
”tin feng.”
in kui temple, sifeng lay leisurely on his seat, shaking a pot of wine in his hand.
with a light cry, he sat up violently and looked ahead.
”what are you doing here, lord of the flower palace?”
he frowned, looked at the er, and asked in a voice in bewilderment.
in front of him, a mass of false shadows suddenly appeared there.
”why don't you tell me about finding the inheritor of the gun god?”
the voice of the false shadow seduce