C1287 Endowment of enemy

Rumble rumble rumble!

The golden palm was like a mountain, smashing down towards Qiao Nan, wanting to suppress him.

When the golden god statue stopped Qiao Nan, everyone seemed to have woken up from a dream and looked at Qiao Nan below the golden palm.

"What's going on? Why would the Grand Elder suddenly pull back his sword? "

Xuanyuan Aobo thought to himself