Hu Mazi walked over and followed his gaze: “Waiting for a bigger fish?” ”
“The Eighth Hall won’t just send these few wastes.” Chen Ping put away his long sword, “But before that… He turned around suddenly, and the blade pointed at a certain void: “Have you seen enough?” ”
The space rippled, and a figure in a bronze mask slowly emerged.
Unlike the previous man in black, this man had eight jade plaques hanging from his waist, each engraved with a different beast pattern.
“Temple Ranger?” The mad fairy’s pupils contracted, and he whispered to Chen Ping: “Big brother, this time it’s really troublesome.” ”
The masked man didn’t make a move immediately, but first glanced at the three dead gray-robed old men, and his voice was hoarse as metal rubbing: “What a Vientiane Illusion Heavenly Technique.” Who did you learn your illusions from? ”
Chen Ping didn’t answer and asked: “What’s your business?” ”
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