C890 Flying immortal sect

Duan Sanchang took a glance at Shen Xiang, and did not recognize that the middle-aged man in front of him was actually Shen Xiang. He nodded: "These guys have never felt that their farts are smelly, and have a lot of relish in them. If you were to say that their fart is smelly, they would definitely fight you to the death."

Shen Xiang laughed, "You're right. Brother Duan, how about this