C682 Sacred dragon mountain range the natural formation the pill sect

In the evening, in a dark mountain forest, Ye Feng sat cross-legged in a relatively spacious cave. In his hand was a stick that pierced a wild chicken, spinning it around on the bonfire in front of him, illuminating his handsome face red, so that the roasted chicken could be evenly heated.

Chu Lian had already left Ye Feng and returned to the Sword Sect.

However