The Dark Evil Spirit and Bai Long saw what happened, and they stopped what they were doing right away. They stood straight up and looked at the fourteen men who were coming down obviously for fights. Bai Long had automatically put his hand on the handle of his sword.
Bu Xiangfeng half-closed his eyes, looking lazy and indifferent, but he was also keeping an eye on the fourteen men.
"Look at you. Destiny makes us meet again." Qiu Luo slowly stood straight up. He was fully recovered, but because of being sick for so many years, he was used to stooping down a bit. After all, he had experienced too much in his life, so he didn't look as vigorous as a young man anymore, but appeared old.
At this moment, as he slowly stood straight up, he became strong and tough. He didn't stoop down anymore, but became like a spear standing up pointing at the sky!