"It's the puppet Taoist of Guanyue City!"

"The puppet Taoist play hasn't come out for three days."

Around, there are cultivators who are watching whispering, or the spiritual sense transmits a message.

The black-robed Daoist who was pointed at by Han Muye's long sword changed his expression, and finally snorted coldly, "Today, the poor Daoist is only entrusted by others, why should you be aggressive."

After speaking, he moved and stepped back.

No one is really willing to come and die.

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