In southern Zhejiang, an ancient temple in the mountains is deserted.

I saw three bald monks, who heard the movement at night, and as soon as their eyes opened their vigilance, they quickly dressed and jumped off the bed and hurried out of the house.

One of the fat monks with a wide nose and big ears looked at the fire clouds in front of him, and was not shocked, but smiled and was indifferent.

"Tomorrow's martial arts conference is coming, and there will be fire today......

Chapter 100 of "Urban Super Immortal" The wind is surging in the hand, please wait a while,

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