C127 Mural

From the top of the precipice, he could sense a faint sharpness, as though the murals were about to leap out, transforming into a sharp spear light that illuminated the horizon.

This should be a match between firearms cultivators. Yi Zhou said.

Should? Mo Xiu smiled indifferently. Brother Yun, is there even a need for you to say that?

Mo Xiu was the same as Yan Chen