I couldn't help but think of the news from Sichuan that came back a few days ago.

"That's it!"

But today, no matter what, Yue Yuan has only one final result for his move.

It can only succeed.

There is no room for failure.

Look up, hold your head high.

His eyes fell in the direction of Zhenwu Hall.

There, as a landlord, Zhang Junbao was standing there with swaying white hair, waiting.

It is as the leader of a religion, not as a junior.

But no matter what, for Yue Yuan, he must get the dragon-slaying knife.

No one can stop him.

No one can.

As soon as the thought occurred, the wooden box on Hu Qingniu's back began to tremble.

on stage,

Zhang Sanfeng looked quietly at the Mingjiao visitor below, looking at the youthful appearance of his senior Yue Yuan, while he, the junior, now appeared to be old.

The "ages" of the two were exchanged, and the difference in seniority made Zhang Junbao feel ridiculous.

Just then.

A strange feeling came over my heart.

"Um?"

"This feeling..."

"Are there any hidden masters?" Looking away, Zhang Junbao couldn't help but cast his eyes in the direction of Hu Qingniu below, but all he saw were a group of masters from the Ming Cult and a strange wooden box that the other man was carrying.

When Zhang Junbao's eyes fell, the box behind Hu Qingniu had quieted down and regained its composure.

Only Hu Qingniu was confused.

I was full of doubts about what just happened.

Looking at the back of his master Yue Yuan, and then at Zhang Sanfeng under the Zhenwu Hall, he subconsciously felt that something had happened just now.

Inexplicably, he felt like there was an extra person in the ranks of his holy sect.
Chapter completed!