The white-robed sorcerer reached out his hand and pressed it on Xu Qi 'an's head. He pulled out the huge luck that he had already refined.
"It's forbidden to use magic tools here."
Zhao Shou said in a deep voice.
Under the joint attack of the great Confucians and the martial artists who were half a step away from second grade, the great formation of the white-robed sorcerer had been obliterated, and it was no longer able to resist the Confucian school's absolute command.
Ding ding!
The magical artifacts that were flying in the air fell one after another.
The quasi-Sage Confucian crown and the Confucian Saint carving knife also sealed themselves and retracted their brilliance. Scholars were reasonable, not rogues. The power of absolute command was equally effective on his own side.
Zhao Shou grunted and his face turned as white as paper. This was the backlash of his bragging.
