They did not recognize Gongsun Jing.
And Gongsun Jing had not moved again, his eyes slightly closed, he took a deep breath, and the blood that had been silent in his body for a long time slowly accelerated.
It was still that boiling.
At this moment, a middle-aged man with broad shoulders had already rushed out from the door. Initially furious, his expression changed abruptly upon seeing Gongsun Jing and he swiftly retreated back into the yard like lightning.
A few moments later,
on this street, more than a hundred martial artists had already appeared.
