Luo Ming and the other onlookers felt a sense of pity, because they could clearly see that the person who had attacked was a black turtle sect disciple with a strong cultivation. He should be a ninth grade half-venerate.
If the young man was thrown like this, he would probably break all his bones and tendons. He was really pitiful.
It was probably because the young man's appearance was too outstanding that the onlookers couldn't help but pity him. However, the person who attacked him was a disciple of the black turtle sect. No matter how much they couldn't bear to, no one attacked.
"BOOM!"
Everyone's emotions flashed by, and the young boy was about to be smashed into the ground.
"AI."
Everyone shook their heads and sighed. They never thought that the scene they thought would appear would not appear at all. Because just as the young boy was about to fall to the ground, a white hand caught him firmly.
"Oh,"
