The last few moves of Yunxiao's illusive waves heavenly Sutra technique were as fast as lightning, so fast that Jin Xuan and the others could not even catch his afterimages. Finally, the pill was formed. A round pill spun in the air, emitting a surging pill fragrance and a warm light, making people want to swallow it.
Mo Huayuan was dumbfounded. Even he could not have done Yunxiao's last few moves in one go. It was a divine skill!
The entire room was abnormally quiet, not a single sound could be heard.
Yuan gaohan's voice rang out in the divine realm tablet, and he sighed, " "So it's you. You're not dead, Gu Feiyang!"
Yunxiao's body trembled, and he knew that the other party must have seen through something. He smiled awkwardly and said, " "Old Yuan, what nonsense are you spouting?"
