C420

"You! You, you, you, you ? Who exactly are you? "

At this moment, even this great sect's Young Lord began to stutter.

There was no helping it, Ye Ling's cultivation was too astonishing, it was like a disguise of a Golden Immortal, tyrannical without limits.

"What's wrong? Brother Yi? I am just an ordinary elite disciple of the Mythical Dragon Church