บท 1316: The meat on the anvil

"Teacher ..."

Fang ping was a little dazed. He could hear human voices in his ears. It was a familiar voice, but the language was not quite the same as what he was hearing now.

Ancient language!

Of course, with Fang Ping's strong mentality, he could understand even if there were no mentality waves.

"Teacher?"

Fang ping seemed to have thought of something and opened his eyes abruptly.

The next moment, Fang ping found out where he was.

On a cliff.

He looked a little familiar.

At this moment, at the top of the cliff, there was a table, and someone was drinking tea.

Fang ping focused his gaze and scanned the area. Very quickly, his expression changed slightly!

He knew these two people!

He had met one of them not long ago, donghuang!

The other person ... His face was still illusionary, but Fang ping recognized the shape and the back.

In the past, he had seen it once in the divine sect.

On the Dao enlightenment cliff!