This place of final battle is indeed somewhere a cultivator should come.
Qin Feng landed smoothly. He glanced at the Fu Sect Master, yet there was no worry on his face.
Finally, his gaze fell upon this indifferent yet beautiful woman.
At this moment, she had already taken off the Daoist robe of the talisman but still wore blue clothes, still holding the Purple Crystal Sword, as if she had never changed.
"Aung San Suu Kyi, don't worry."
Qin Feng held the broken sword, step by step. Come quickly, do not delay.
In the eyes of a Fu Sect Master, his figure seemed thin but was relaxed and at ease.
"Such good spirit, such courage!" Just with this spirit and courage, I can't find anyone like him in the Fu Sect. In the distance, the leader of the Buddhist Sect, Xiao Qingshan, couldn't help but admire.
