C606 Osteotome

The golden light vanished and the monk appeared. He held the bewitching pestle in his hand, and flew proudly, sighing towards the sky. It's so lonely for an expert! "

The monk looked to be asking to be beaten up. At this moment, everyone had the urge to ruthlessly cover his face with the soles of their shoes. However, looking at the wild wolves and the black winds that were sent flying