All the forces look at me and I look at you, and they seem to be communicating with each other, and they don’t know this little old man.

"Ahem!"

The short old man coughed, walked along the gap, and then stopped at Lin Jinnan, who turned into a god of death, and said in a vicissitudes of voice: "Give it a minute."

"Bang!"

The dark sickle fell to the ground.

Lin Jinnan hurriedly picked it up, took off his mask, and roared: "I have transformed, can't you respect me!"

"Little guy."

The short old man said: "Respect is mutual, you can get out of the way first."

"snort!"

Lin Jinnan put on a ferocious mask again, then raised the black sickle, and his voice became hoarse: "Those who are good at it will be killed without mercy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, warriors from all walks of life raised their fingers.

"Um?"

Lin Jinnan hurriedly turned around and saw the white-haired old man walking over with his hands behind his back.

hateful!

Does this old guy treat me as air?

"Brush!" Lin Jinnan suddenly turned around, his arm burst out with a rich black attribute, and then condensed on the sickle, about to draw a sharp stream of light, but... he directly widened his eyes.

The old man with white hair stopped and slowly stretched out his hands.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The entire ground trembled violently, quickly cracked and spread around. Finally... a mountain inlaid with spirit stones slowly rose until it was suspended in the air a hundred feet high.

Not only Lin Jinnan.

All the forces present were shocked, and some of their tongues were stuck out.

"brush!"

The white-haired old man turned around, put his hand behind him, and walked back step by step, with the mountain of spirit stones floating above him following him.

"Get a minute."

“…”

The mask on Lin Jinnan's face and sickle in his hand fell off directly, then slowly turned his body and watched the old man leave in amazement throughout the whole process.

Spirit stone ore veins.

Follow him...leave!!!

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Chapter completed!