"Brother, you haven't eaten the good food in this room for a long time. Let's go to the hall to have a meal and drink when we come back."

Bailong nodded: "Okay!"

The walls of Sanyun Palace are made of Tianwaitian jade glass, which is very hard.

Not to mention the quasi-sage, Daluo Jinxian, even if the saint comes, it will not be easy to break it.

From time to time, everyone came to the hall of Sanyun Palace.

The length and width of the hall are each about a hundred feet, which is about three hundred meters.

Fifteen or sixteen people stood together.

There are swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, bottles, beads, hairpins and necklaces, and all kinds of magic weapons.

Bailong put one hand behind his back and held a cup in the other, still smiling calmly.

Suddenly, the fifteen or sixteen people simultaneously used their magic power to draw out sections of light and shadow.

Du Fangcheng took the lead.

In an instant, the sword was only 0.03 centimeters away from Bailong's head.

Du Fangcheng is right. He has practiced swordsmanship for millions of years.

When he was sure to chop Bailong's head, he would not kill him even if it was only 0.001 centimeters.

"You're still not hiding? You're a man!"

Hahaha!

However, at this moment!

Du Jingsheng's eyes widened, and the fifteen or sixteen people also widened their eyes at the same time.

How can it be???

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!