In an instant, there was a roar in the square.

It is obvious that a formation is set up here. As long as a martial arts master and a practitioner can only crowd in the direction of the hydrangea falling like an ordinary person.

But this formation is obviously ineffective against Zhang Daoran!

"Come here!"

He quietly fell down, Zhang Daoran waved his sleeves and had already emitted an invisible force, rolling towards two hydrangea balls.

"Junior brother..."

"Why!"

Mo Jianlu reached out to stop him, but she didn't dare, so she could only sigh helplessly.

"Um?"

But unexpectedly, Zhang Daoran's face changed: "Damn bald donkey, how dare you stop me from doing good things!"

"Empty name?"

Mo Jianlu turned his head and saw Sun Heng withdraw his hands.
Chapter completed!