C734 A Grade Nine Alchemist

"Senior Martial Brother Jing, my condolences!"

The other disciples of the Myriad Sword Sect also patted Jing Wuqing's shoulder and ran out one after another.

Yes, they were running!

It could even be said that they were running!

F * ck, I can't be the only one to suffer in this matter!

Jing Wuqing grabbed the last person.

When the disciple saw this scene