C2538 Seven Saints Gathering Head

"Zhu Xue, aren't you too idle?" The terrifying old man lightly smiled, the clouds in the horizon seemed to have returned, the entire green mountain changed its flavor. With just a thought, he seemed to affect the entire sensory world, such a Spiritual Force had never been here before.

Yang Ping's heart felt heavy, the old man's identity was obvious.

Yun Wuxin had just stepped out of the ravine