C185 Sword of grass and mustard

"I'm going to fight." On top of the house, Li Yi said softly.

A cool breeze blew past, bringing about traces of coolness that seeped into his entire body. His long hair and clothes fluttered behind him, unknowingly giving him a sense of ease and ease.

Facing such a big situation, Fang Xuexue, who was a small sect cultivator, really didn't know what to say when he threatened to fight