Li Yuanzhi took the formation and quietly put it in his pocket, the old black man who saw this scene was a little speechless, how can I still take back the things I sent out?

There are still traces of the battle on the messy ground, not left by Li Yuanzhi, but by the collision of the aura of the old black man and the golden-robed man. This piece is thousands of miles away, and it will not be lush again in ten years. But these traces will disappear without a trace in less than half a year

Chapter 146 of "Where in the World is Not Tsing Yi": The wind is rising in the world, and it is hitting in the hand, please wait for a while,

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