As soon as the battle was over, Qin Li, who was still covered in blood, flew over and glanced at the four members of Xia Pingan's team. Unlike before, this time, his eyes lingered on Xia Pingan for a while. His eyes were a little deep, as if he wanted to remember Xia Pingan's appearance.
"Old Mo, how are you guys? are you alright, Yingluo?"
In this battle, Xia Pingan had killed two opponents by himself and had even " assisted " twice. He had used the longsong cannon to seriously injure one of the enemy's Divine Spirit skill experts. He had even comprehended and fused a Divine Spirit skill on the battlefield. His performance was simply too outstanding.
