C147 Thunderstone gauntlet

Rock Town, White Dam.

On the other side of the reservoir, there was a bamboo forest.

Apart from the Spring and Winter Festival, almost no one else would enter this bamboo forest.

At this moment, Zhou Chuanshan was tied to a bamboo stick, but his mouth was not sealed.

His eyes were glaring at the bald-headed middle-aged Arhat who was sitting on the ground not far from him