C1882 This Is the Mang Mountains of the North

"What?!" Zhang Ziwei was stunned when he heard Zhang Long Sun's words, and then looked towards Wang Qian's direction again.

At this time, the hundreds of Cultivator's densely packed flying swords made the cave shine with all sorts of colors.

With Zhang Ziwei's current cultivation, he could not see what was happening clearly.

As for the old Master, the more he saw, the more shocked he became