The six people in front of us were left out with the same idea, and the one behind us was left. Songtao bursts of pine forests came to the boundary of Zongzhong. It was already bright, birds chirped into the summer sky, and the sun was shining slowly.
They came to the Qinglian Sect tinker, but when they saw that it was like a yin-yang hexagram tinker, Guanghua spread ov...