“Father, I’m here to help you!”
Sang Lan drank clearly, and the sword at his waist
Unsheathed.
Although she only had the realm of scattered cultivation of the five grades, she had to be taught by Sang Tianyang himself, and when the sword light rose, the purple-gold energy turned into a translucent dragon-shaped phantom, and slammed into the back of an old man of Tianyuan Pavilion.
The old man was fighting with Shura Wei, but unexpectedly there was a change in the rear, and he hurriedly turned around to block, but was split by Sang Lan’s sword, and his shoulder armor cracked into a spider web.
“Just juniors, dare to meddle!”
Another gray-robed old man roared angrily, and a dark blue flame condensed from his palm, which rushed straight to the door of Sang Lan.
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