d-stage cultivator, an old man with white hair, who had also boarded this flying war vessel.As for this, Lu Xia tian didn't take it to heart. When he was in Qingzhou City, the gossip lock demon format...Xiang Qingcheng's eyes were filled with endless melancholy. Her gaze was clear and sharp, yet unintentionally revealing a myriad of sorrows. 。 appeared to be light and airy punches unleashed waves of Qi that sent the throngs of Green Sting Poison Peak warriors tumbling like autumn leaves in a gale, scattered and opened by the sweeping force...