Luo Han's heart started to beat wildly. He felt that he had encountered an adventure. A magical bird had just flown away in that place.

Take a look!

Completely unable to control the excitement in his heart, Luo Han summoned up great courage and ran towards the end of his field of vision.

Half an hour later, he was getting closer to that area, and the residual spiritual energy was so strong that his pores opened involuntarily, and his whole body felt so smooth.

But when he completely stepped into that area, he was so scared that he didn't dare to take a step away.

He saw a scene that he could never imagine in his life. As far as he could see, there were exhausted fourth-grade jade, piled up like a mountain.

Among the vast number of fourth-grade spiritual jades, there was a man in green who was carrying a sword box and facing away from him.

When the man in Tsing Yi turned around, a surge of momentum burst out, and the mountains of discarded spiritual jade were immediately annihilated in ashes.

The man's gaze was as sharp as a sword, flashing with an icy cold light, piercing the void and falling on him.

For a moment, Luo Han was so frightened that it was difficult to speak: "Senior...senior...senior..."

Seeing that he was about to kneel down, Lin Yun dissipated his momentum, but doubts flashed in his eyes, and he whispered to himself: "Are there warriors coming to practice in such a barren mountain?"
Chapter completed!