The steel beads of the Ghost Buddha Zhao Tathagata blocked the attack.

The next second, the old monk poked out his thin palm and slapped at the big knife.

Bang!

The big sword tilted, and he followed like a shadow and rushed to Xue Chunqiu.

“Everything is so strong…”

Xiao Yi said and looked at Xiao Chen.

"Old Xiao, why don't you look at them?"

Xiao Chen was confused.

"Do you think your ancestor is weak, will there be light on your face?"

Xiao Yi asked.

"What's the meaning?"

Xiao Chen was stunned and didn't understand.

"It's just that I have the opportunity. Remember to think about your ancestor... Otherwise, your ancestor will be beaten to death by the back waves on the beach!"

Xiao Yi was not angry.

"Uh... I understand, I understand."

Xiao Chen was amused and crying.

"Don't worry, there's something good, can I not miss you?"

"Well, that's about the same."

Xiao Yi nodded with satisfaction and looked back at the battle.

“…”

Xiao Chen looked strange. Is this a soup drinker? No, this person doesn’t want to drink soup, but wants to eat meat, but even scolds him if he doesn’t give it to him.
Chapter completed!