C827 Holding the Scabbard, Zhou Yongping.

The blue pattern was shining with a faint light, filling the white-robed man's eyes with shock.

Ye Qingchen retracted his palm and said indifferently,

"Now, am I qualified to participate in the Rash Martial Meeting?"

The moment he saw the mysterious stone pillar, Leng Yuyue, who was hiding in the dark, had already told him the purpose of the stone pillar.

Simply put