C67 old acquaintance

Wei Qing came to the front of the bamboo forest, and looked at the lush and flourishing bamboo forest, but her heart was hanging extremely high.

As the wind blew, the bamboo leaves rustled, making the atmosphere seem even more gloomy and depressing.

Could there really be a formation?

Otherwise, why would no one enter?

After pondering for a moment, Wei Qing bent over and picked up a rock shard