Because the sect master ordered not to take action until it is necessary to do so, it would be easier to expel the opponent and avoid causing trouble and forming a deadly feud with Jusheng Mountain.

But looking at Zhuang Ming's wonderful skills, he couldn't distinguish between true and false.

In other words, Zhuang Ming is so confident that he can come and go when he wants, so why is he so arrogant?

The problem is, he really has no way to restrain himself.

Zhuang Ming was really in trouble for him in front of him.

"It seems that you really want to make me angry."

The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back and drank.

In an instant, within the Taiyuan Sect's mountain gate, the momentum of more than thirty Zhenxuan great monks surged up into the sky and surrounded them in all directions.

Among them, there are actually four supreme true mystics!

Endless momentum swept over.

"It's one thing for me to let you leave, but it's another thing for you to escape."
Chapter completed!