C1207 Compete with little white

In the air, Long Bufan looked down at the marten and phoenix below him. In the end, his gaze landed on Little White as the corner of his mouth curled up, "Little White, I choose you."

"Bam!"

As his voice fell, the four dragon wings on Long Bufan's back shook suddenly, and his entire person dove down, bringing along a strong black gale. Like a meteorite