"Hall owner, you, be careful!"

"Don't worry, he can't kill me, but if ..."

During the talk, Yang Yiyun suddenly looked back at Wu Yun again.

I want to stop, sigh, and then stop staying.

Flying, disappearing in the Tibetan Pavilion.

In the Tibetan Pavilion, the wind and long clothes looked at Wu Yun anxiously.

At this moment, Wu Yun has returned to peace, and the aura of the riots in his body has also calmed down.

However, his cultivation has not had any movement.

I guess, at this moment Wu Yun should be understanding martial arts.

But, can he really succeed in such a short time?

"Wu Yun, you must succeed!"

Just listening to the wind and long clothes murmured, and then raised his head slightly.
Chapter completed!