The fog was a little softer, and although the north wind was blowing, it could not take it away.

In this way, he stopped in front of Li Yiming, rippling slightly, like a wave, mixed with the snow. Sometimes they float lightly on the rocks, and sometimes they begin to entangle with each other, and the shape is extremely irregular. After a moment of surging in front, a man emerged from the mist, and it was the priest.

He was the same as before, just a little more angry. When I saw Li Yiming this time, I changed my previous pickiness and indifference, and scolded with a slap on my face: "You little Taoist, if you kill so many of my races, there will definitely be retribution." ”

Strange to say, this man is ......

"On Tai Chi" Chapter 125 The Priest of the Mist is being hit by his hand, please wait a moment,

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