"Si~"

"Oh my God!"

"What was that?"

“......”

At this moment, everyone was stunned when they saw the situation just now. Those ordinary people were even more frightened, and some women screamed.

But soon, after being stared at, the screaming woman hurriedly covered her mouth again.

Those warriors, the warlocks slowly fell on the center of the battle again, and their eyes were full of horror.

"That was the jade talisman ...... just now?"

Suddenly, someone couldn't help but smack his tongue and speak.

"Yes, that's right, it's the power of the jade rune. "The previous Dao Chief, who was also a bitter Dao.

He thought of a jade talisman to see, and sure enough, the power was extraordinary. Even if it is a one-time jade talisman, it is really a treasure!

With just one blow, you can use all your strength to inflict heavy injuries and perform a stunt, which is more powerful than ordinary bombs.

Other warriors, warlocks, including ordinary people, were fascinated and envious of it.

Before, they also listened to the long blow, how precious and powerful the jade talisman was.

But it's just a concept, and now I see it with my own eyes.

I don't know if I think it's called you, you're not going to be it, it's not going to be a bag

Raise a glass of milk tea for half a step, no, no, you will soon be at home, and you will be praised for being a happy family

I think sister, what about you, you, you

There are two figures walking.

Looking closer, the person walking in front was an old man, dressed in a wide-sleeved blue-gray robe, with an appearance of being old and gray, with gray hair.

But the old man's face is still clear, his temperament is ethereal, and he walks in the rugged mountains, and his steps are also light, and he feels like a fairy wind and bones.

Behind the old man was a middle-aged man who was tired and out of breath with a package on his back.

The man is about thirty years old, with a delicate appearance, not handsome, nor ugly, and there is a handsome air between his eyebrows.

He wore a cyan Confucian wide-sleeved gown, a white crane belt around his waist, and high-quality black rolled shoes.

The man's name is Li Mo, and he is a highly educated traveler who has experienced the 21st century of the earth.

At this moment, walking to a small hillside, the old road in front couldn't help but stop, looked back at Li Mo and said, "It's at the foot of the mountain, you can take a rest!"

However, Li Mo, who heard this, seemed to feel that he had been tested, and his body, which was still very tired, quickly cheered up and said, "No, Master, I'm not tired, let's continue walking!"

"Don't worry!" Lao Dao sat down on the big stone on the side, and looked at Li Mo with a strange look in his eyes, like beating chicken blood.

It was obvious that Li Mo, who was tired and mortal, would not be able to climb to the top of the mountain in one go.

But what Lao Dao cares about is not this, but the more he looks, the more he feels that this newly recruited disciple is a little weird?

Is this really a person who has a tendon and a very stupid head?

If that's the case, it's easy to do!

This kind of fool is really hard to find!

There are two figures walking.

Looking closer, the person walking in front was an old man, dressed in a wide-sleeved blue-gray robe, with an appearance of being old and gray, with gray hair.

But the old man's face is still clear, his temperament is ethereal, and he walks in the rugged mountains, and his steps are also light, and he feels like a fairy wind and bones.

Behind the old man was a middle-aged man who was tired and out of breath with a package on his back.

The man is about thirty years old, with a delicate appearance, not handsome, nor ugly, and there is a handsome air between his eyebrows.

He wore a cyan Confucian wide-sleeved gown, a white crane belt around his waist, and high-quality black rolled shoes.

The man's name is Li Mo, and he is a highly educated traveler who has experienced the 21st century of the earth.

At this moment, walking to a small hillside, the old road in front couldn't help but stop, looked back at Li Mo and said, "It's at the foot of the mountain, you can take a rest!"

However, Li Mo, who heard this, seemed to feel that he had been tested, and his body, which was still very tired, quickly cheered up and said, "No, Master, I'm not tired, let's continue walking!"

"Don't worry!" Lao Dao sat down on the big stone on the side, and looked at Li Mo with a strange look in his eyes, like beating chicken blood.

It was obvious that Li Mo, who was tired and mortal, would not be able to climb to the top of the mountain in one go.

But what Lao Dao cares about is not this, but the more he looks, the more he feels that this newly recruited disciple is a little weird?

Is this really a person who has a tendon and a very stupid head?

If that's the case, it's easy to do!

This kind of fool is really hard to find!

There are two figures walking.

Looking closer, the person walking in front was an old man, dressed in a wide-sleeved blue-gray robe, with an appearance of being old and gray, with gray hair.

But the old man's face is still clear, his temperament is ethereal, and he walks in the rugged mountains, and his steps are also light, and he feels like a fairy wind and bones.

Behind the old man was a middle-aged man who was tired and out of breath with a package on his back.

The man is about thirty years old, with a delicate appearance, not handsome, nor ugly, and there is a handsome air between his eyebrows.

He wore a cyan Confucian wide-sleeved gown, a white crane belt around his waist, and high-quality black rolled shoes.

The man's name is Li Mo, and he is a highly educated traveler who has experienced the 21st century of the earth.

At this moment, walking to a small hillside, the old road in front couldn't help but stop, looked back at Li Mo and said, "It's at the foot of the mountain, you can take a rest!"

However, Li Mo, who heard this, seemed to feel that he had been tested, and his body, which was still very tired, quickly cheered up and said, "No, Master, I'm not tired, let's continue walking!"

"Don't worry!" Lao Dao sat down on the big stone on the side, and looked at Li Mo with a strange look in his eyes, like beating chicken blood.

It was obvious that Li Mo, who was tired and mortal, would not be able to climb to the top of the mountain in one go.

But what Lao Dao cares about is not this, but the more he looks, the more he feels that this newly recruited disciple is a little weird?

Is this really a person who has a tendon and a very stupid head?

If that's the case, it's easy to do!

This kind of fool is really hard to find!

There are two figures walking.

Looking closer, the person walking in front was an old man, dressed in a wide-sleeved blue-gray robe, with an appearance of being old and gray, with gray hair.

But the old man's face is still clear, his temperament is ethereal, and he walks in the rugged mountains, and his steps are also light, and he feels like a fairy wind and bones.

Behind the old man was a middle-aged man who was tired and out of breath with a package on his back.

The man is about thirty years old, with a delicate appearance, not handsome, nor ugly, and there is a handsome air between his eyebrows.

He wore a cyan Confucian wide-sleeved gown, a white crane belt around his waist, and high-quality black rolled shoes.

The man's name is Li Mo, and he is a highly educated traveler who has experienced the 21st century of the earth.

At this moment, walking to a small hillside, the old road in front couldn't help but stop, looked back at Li Mo and said, "It's at the foot of the mountain, you can take a rest!"

However, Li Mo, who heard this, seemed to feel that he had been tested, and his body, which was still very tired, quickly cheered up and said, "No, Master, I'm not tired, let's continue walking!"

"Don't worry!" Lao Dao sat down on the big stone on the side, and looked at Li Mo with a strange look in his eyes, like beating chicken blood.

It was obvious that Li Mo, who was tired and mortal, would not be able to climb to the top of the mountain in one go.

But what Lao Dao cares about is not this, but the more he looks, the more he feels that this newly recruited disciple is a little weird?

Is this really a person who has a tendon and a very stupid head?

If that's the case, it's easy to do!

This kind of fool is really hard to find!

There are two figures walking.

Looking closer, the person walking in front was an old man, dressed in a wide-sleeved blue-gray robe, with an appearance of being old and gray, with gray hair.

But the old man's face is still clear, his temperament is ethereal, and he walks in the rugged mountains, and his steps are also light, and he feels like a fairy wind and bones.

Behind the old man was a middle-aged man who was tired and out of breath with a package on his back.

The man is about thirty years old, with a delicate appearance, not handsome, nor ugly, and there is a handsome air between his eyebrows.

He wore a cyan Confucian wide-sleeved gown, a white crane belt around his waist, and high-quality black rolled shoes.

The man's name is Li Mo, and he is a highly educated traveler who has experienced the 21st century of the earth.

At this moment, walking to a small hillside, the old road in front couldn't help but stop, looked back at Li Mo and said, "It's at the foot of the mountain, you can take a rest!"

However, Li Mo, who heard this, seemed to feel that he had been tested, and his body, which was still very tired, quickly cheered up and said, "No, Master, I'm not tired, let's continue walking!"

"Don't worry!" Lao Dao sat down on the big stone on the side, and looked at Li Mo with a strange look in his eyes, like beating chicken blood.

It was obvious that Li Mo, who was tired and mortal, would not be able to climb to the top of the mountain in one go.

But what Lao Dao cares about is not this, but the more he looks, the more he feels that this newly recruited disciple is a little weird?

Is this really a person who has a tendon and a very stupid head?

If that's the case, it's easy to do!

This kind of fool is really hard to find! There are two figures walking.

Looking closer, the person walking in front was an old man, dressed in a wide-sleeved blue-gray robe, with an appearance of being old and gray, with gray hair.

But the old man's face is still clear, his temperament is ethereal, and he walks in the rugged mountains, and his steps are also light, and he feels like a fairy wind and bones.

Behind the old man was a middle-aged man who was tired and out of breath with a package on his back.

The man is about thirty years old, with a delicate appearance, not handsome, nor ugly, and there is a handsome air between his eyebrows.

He wore a cyan Confucian wide-sleeved gown, a white crane belt around his waist, and high-quality black rolled shoes.

The man's name is Li Mo, and he is a highly educated traveler who has experienced the 21st century of the earth.

At this moment, walking to a small hillside, the old road in front couldn't help but stop, looked back at Li Mo and said, "It's at the foot of the mountain, you can take a rest!"

However, Li Mo, who heard this, seemed to feel that he had been tested, and his body, which was still very tired, quickly cheered up and said, "No, Master, I'm not tired, let's continue walking!"

"Don't worry!" Lao Dao sat down on the big stone on the side, and looked at Li Mo with a strange look in his eyes, like beating chicken blood.

It was obvious that Li Mo, who was tired and mortal, would not be able to climb to the top of the mountain in one go.

But what Lao Dao cares about is not this, but the more he looks, the more he feels that this newly recruited disciple is a little weird?

Is this really a person who has a tendon and a very stupid head?

If that's the case, it's easy to do!

This kind of fool is really hard to find!

There are two figures walking.

Looking closer, the person walking in front was an old man, dressed in a wide-sleeved blue-gray robe, with an appearance of being old and gray, with gray hair.

But the old man's face is still clear, his temperament is ethereal, and he walks in the rugged mountains, and his steps are also light, and he feels like a fairy wind and bones.

Behind the old man was a middle-aged man who was tired and out of breath with a package on his back.

The man is about thirty years old, with a delicate appearance, not handsome, nor ugly, and there is a handsome air between his eyebrows.

He wore a cyan Confucian wide-sleeved gown, a white crane belt around his waist, and high-quality black rolled shoes.

The man's name is Li Mo, and he is a highly educated traveler who has experienced the 21st century of the earth.

At this moment, walking to a small hillside, the old road in front couldn't help but stop, looked back at Li Mo and said, "It's at the foot of the mountain, you can take a rest!"

However, Li Mo, who heard this, seemed to feel that he had been tested, and his body, which was still very tired, quickly cheered up and said, "No, Master, I'm not tired, let's continue walking!"

"Don't worry!" Lao Dao sat down on the big stone on the side, and looked at Li Mo with a strange look in his eyes, like beating chicken blood.

It was obvious that Li Mo, who was tired and mortal, would not be able to climb to the top of the mountain in one go.

But what Lao Dao cares about is not this, but the more he looks, the more he feels that this newly recruited disciple is a little weird?

Is this really a person who has a tendon and a very stupid head?

If that's the case, it's easy to do!

This kind of fool is really hard to find!

There are two figures walking.

Looking closer, the person walking in front was an old man, dressed in a wide-sleeved blue-gray robe, with an appearance of being old and gray, with gray hair.

But the old man's face is still clear, his temperament is ethereal, and he walks in the rugged mountains, and his steps are also light, and he feels like a fairy wind and bones.

Behind the old man was a middle-aged man who was tired and out of breath with a package on his back.

The man is about thirty years old, with a delicate appearance, not handsome, nor ugly, and there is a handsome air between his eyebrows.

He wore a cyan Confucian wide-sleeved gown, a white crane belt around his waist, and high-quality black rolled shoes.

The man's name is Li Mo, and he is a highly educated traveler who has experienced the 21st century of the earth.

At this moment, walking to a small hillside, the old road in front couldn't help but stop, looked back at Li Mo and said, "It's at the foot of the mountain, you can take a rest!"

However, Li Mo, who heard this, seemed to feel that he had been tested, and his body, which was still very tired, quickly cheered up and said, "No, Master, I'm not tired, let's continue walking!"

"Don't worry!" Lao Dao sat down on the big stone on the side, and looked at Li Mo with a strange look in his eyes, like beating chicken blood.

It was obvious that Li Mo, who was tired and mortal, would not be able to climb to the top of the mountain in one go.

But what Lao Dao cares about is not this, but the more he looks, the more he feels that this newly recruited disciple is a little weird?

Is this really a person who has a tendon and a very stupid head?

If that's the case, it's easy to do!

This kind of fool is really hard to find!