C18 White Tiger Four Classes

"Why does this voice sound so familiar?" Yun Fan said, this person should be familiar, and seeing that Lei Wuhen's hand was still holding onto the handle of the sword, Yun Fan's eyes lit up. Not only did he want to curse, it was actually him, Jiang Wuyou.

It was the Old Taoist that almost killed him in the desert oasis.

"Then all this makes sense." Yun Fan pondered