He couldn't bear the hotness on the other side. He frowned and looked at the relaxed Ye Qingyang and reminded. "Brother, I know we are sorry for you. But the sect gave me a death order. I am sorry for you. You should go down, you are injured I don't even want to see it."
Ye Qingyang smiled easily, this hotness gave him a good feeling, comparable to that of the werewolf Walker. It's just that the werewolf Walker left with the family's troops for some reason yesterday, and simply gave up the game.
"Don't worry, I will stand on the stage properly." Ye Qingyang chuckled and held the silver slaughter sword in his hand. Two silver sword flowers flashed out, and the three-foot-long silver slaughter sword actually flashed a silver light in front of everyone's eyes four meters away, and everyone backed away in shock.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!