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"Kun Peng is really a scourge. I can't let him continue."

Zhao Gongming sighed and glanced at the figures of the fairies beside him. He secretly broke out in cold sweat.

The situation just now…

I don't dare to say it. I don't dare to ask either.

On the back of the 1,000-feet-wide Golden-Winged Roc, dozens of figures were meditating. The few big shots of the Dao Sect were gathered together. They drank tea and chatted, and they held a Fairy Contest at Jie School.

The Kun Peng was just an old saying.

What other great calamities? Those were all in the future.

It was most important to praise the fairies for being gentle and beautiful!

Quan Dong could not help but ask Li Changshou, who was fiddling with the Immortal-Slaying Flying Saber, via voice transmission, "Are the six fairies of the eight disciples of Jie School so… gentle?"

"No." Li Changshou shook his head. "The two who did not come are really mischievous."