C1051 Ice-sealed Sensibility

When he raised his head, he saw that Yao Ming was already slowly approaching him. Yao Ming's pace was not fast, but every step was like the approaching scythe of an evil ghost, seemingly able to take away his life at any time.

"Master!"

After Fang Qing was sent flying, the few people on the sword token hurriedly rushed over and helped him up from the cliff