Every time a critical moment arrives, that old thing always fails. As a result, it almost made Sang Yichen want to kill him.
"Xue, you're old now. Leave!"
Sang Yichen realized he couldn't move Hua Lao, so he looked around and suddenly glanced at Xue Lao Dao.
"There's hardly any dust. I'm the disciple of King Qin. I'm afraid dealing with his disciple won't be good."
Unexpectedly, Xue also revealed its ugly side and hesitated.
Sang Yichen was already very anxious. He angrily said, "Now there's only that woman left, you take her away." Who knows?"
Xue Luo thought for a moment, planning to depart. Suddenly, he felt a powerful Qi approaching them quickly.
Suddenly, Xue's old face changed: "Less dust, someone's coming!"
Before Xue Lao's voice fell, a line of figures had already appeared in front of them.
"Who's going against Xue'er? What courage!"
Amidst the rolling winds and clouds, a graceful middle-aged man in a purple shirt suddenly coldly questioned.
