C1251 A Fist Shadow

Gu Xuan helplessly held his forehead.

In his mind, the figure of a Heaven Mending Cauldron, Xiao Ou, and large rock inexplicably flashed past.

What the hell did he raise up?

He should just watch the show. There were even people who brought him trouble?

Beside Gu Xuan, Saint Qiongpa was also covering his forehead.

"I knew it. I knew it