C1189 Bad Luck

Lin Yaoyang stood in front of the magma light curtain. The magma light curtain dissipated in an instant. Lin Yaoyang took a step forward and stood outside the hall.

At this time, the Martial Saint was staring at Lin Yaoyang closely. He frowned slightly when he saw Lin Yaoyang's completely different appearance from a few days ago.

Especially when he looked at Lin Yaoyang's left arm