C1806 Native Gold!

Wang Yang and Zhao Tu's expressions changed greatly, the Spirit Qi on their bodies soared, and at the same time, they moved and welcomed white-robed youth's palm.

Boom! *

With a dull thud, the attacks of the three people collided, and the figures of Wang Yang and Zhao Tu flew out. Wang Yang's face was pale white, and a trace of blood leaked out from the corner of his mouth