C1579 A Good Bird Chooses a Tree to Rest on(2)

Nearby, someone was lurking.

The Master of the Great Sword heard this and his expression changed as he scanned the surroundings, but he found nothing. In the next moment, figures appeared from all directions, and before he knew it, the enemy had formed a circle around him.

"Xuanlin Immortal!" Chen Ping's gaze fell on one of the figures, saying