"I'm a Holy Body; I don't need to cling onto your coattails!" Ye Bai snorted. "When I develop it further, I'll directly cause space explosions. What's teleportation to me?"
He sighed again: "It's too hard to improve the Holy Body; otherwise, how could two minor Land Immortals block my path?"
"Calling them minor Land Immortals!" Jiang Ming said speechlessly, "Those are Eighth Realm Experts. Have you reached that level?"
Joking and laughing, Jiang Ming checked Jun Qiuye again. Jun Qiuye had stabilized and was immersed in self-healing.
Preparing to sit down and continue comprehending the Space Art, Jiang suddenly felt a movement in his heart. He reached out and grabbed the Yulan Bell that had landed in the distance.
This was another treasure from the Xuankong Temple, quite effective.
After holding it and turning it over, he sensed an unusual imprint within it using divine thoughts.
