"Why go through so much trouble? My iron fist can directly smash him into a meat pie," Wu Shan said in a muffled voice.
Qin Yu clenched his fists when he heard the arrogant words. In the end, she did not make a move.
He had to refine the Paramita Pill quickly. Xiao Yu's vital signs were constantly disappearing, and he could no longer delay it.
Qin Yu returned to the mountain peak and started refining the Paramita Pill after the preparation.
The moment he took out the Paramita Flower, it attracted the attention of the man with the mustache and Mei Li.
The strange soul-suction force almost made people unable to shift their eyes away.
"What a weird flower!"
Mei Li stared at the Paramita Flower curiously.
At this moment, the Paramita Flowers had already begun to wither as if they needed to absorb the strange internal qi in the space to survive.
