Meanwhile, in September hook, Fatty Ji Yuan hummed a little tune as he ate the fragrant long legs in his hand.
"That's great. We only need to wave our fingers all day long to make a group of people work for us without caring about their lives. We can also weaken the strength of the Nine Dragons sect. "
The six-fingered man snorted coldly and sneered. "How do you think our Sacred Heart sect became the fourth largest sect in Great You in just a few decades? We are chosen by the heavens, and we cultivate the chosen by the heavens."
"My lord!"
In the distance, a terrified face with blood all over ran over in a panic.
"Why are you so flustered?" Zou Shuang glanced at the newcomer with an indifferent expression.
"A young man from the Nine Dragons sect is approaching."
