C1220 CHAPTER1220 THE SAINT REALM IN THE GOLDEN TENT

"Huh?"

"This pill is not bad..."

"The brat that I accidentally cut on my body earlier healed up!"

A smile gradually appeared on the face of the young man in golden robes as he spoke.

"Is it really that effective?"

The God Race Saint realm expert in the golden tent also became interested.

"Hand over the pills!"

Immediately after, the group of God Race's Saint realm experts waved their hands