Wang Guangshun looked at the sound, only to see the middle-aged practitioner wearing a Aoki crown, a square face, a hooked nose, a pair of small eyes narrowed, not flashing a touch of green light, and his voice was hoarse. Every time he said a word, his skin dried up. In the blink of an eye, the trainer is as thin as a dead wood. All over the body, except for the rotation of eyes, everything else seems lifeless.
"Don’t try to stop me. Being an original advocate is a spiritual practitioner. You’d better hand over your apprentice and let him kill you, so as not to get into trouble." Wang Guang grimaced, and when he saw that Aoki Zong’s trainer was weird, he didn’t dare to be careless. He threw a Yin Lei