C940 Sedation

"Martial Uncle Zu!" All the disciples cried bitterly.

A sorrowful feeling spread. Chan Master Zhaoming waved his hand and said with waning interest, "Let's go!"

In the end, those disciples still stood up, turned around and left with big strides.

"Bastards! Bastards! You are all a group of beasts!" Seeing this scene, the Monk Kong was filled with grief and indignation