C585 The Origin of the Evil Sword Immortal

One day.

Yongan.

Jing Tian was currently running his own shop, grinning from ear to ear.

"Whoosh ~ ~ ~"

Suddenly, there was a piercing sound in the sky. A white-haired man flew down from the sky on a sword.

"Hello, may I ask if you are Brother Jing Tian?"

"Our Shu Mountain's elder wants to see you. Please follow me. This matter concerns the lives of all the people in the world