C1197 Purple God Thunder
"This again, no new ideas!"
Ye Meng curled his lips and said indifferently.
This son of a b * tch old man really knew how to play tricks. If he had the ability, why did he pull out the Heavenly Dao and let the big guy see it?
Summoning a few Thunders to scare all the native Martial Cultivators in the world, who wouldn't know how to do it?
Amidst Ye Meng's bellyful