"It's a little lacking,"
Yang cuixue and the other fourth-rank martial artists showed serious expressions. From the fight just now, they could tell that you Shi's body and soul were weaker than the Buddhist monk's.
Of course, you Shi still held back and didn't go all out, but no one could be sure that the monk had already used all his strength.
The monk who was leading the charge already had such a cultivation ... Cao Qingyang looked up and said, "
"Friends on the ship, since you've come, why hide?"
The sound waves reverberated.
After a short while, as if in response to his shout, five figures jumped down from the wind-riding boat.
One of them was a young monk in a robe. He had a gentle face and prominent facial features, with obvious characteristics of the Western Region's people.The burly man with a broken arm had Tiger Eyes and a square face. He was extremely majestic, and a vortex-shaped breeze was swirling around him.
