C821 A tree planted by a predecessor

Monk Golden Light was frightened off by the might! He howled miserably as he ran, but when he was in front of Zhang Qianqian, he was once again forced back by her sword light!

"Knock!" If you don't call them out, I will step on your corpse! " Zhang Qianqian kept forcing him, to the point where the pitiful Monk Golden Light was about to cry.

If he went, he would die. If he didn't