Second master Qiao thought that he was bound to die. Under the siege of so many people, where there was still a chance to survive, and surrounded by so many clever practitioners in Southeast Asia, he never thought that things had turned for the better. The small sword suddenly flew, and as soon as it came up, it killed the two black-robed men and nailed them to the wall of the cave. The rest of the black-robed men quickly retreated towards the two sides one after another. The black monk was also surprised, and he didn't expect that there would be a third group of people appearing in this place at this moment.
But there are only four people in that group.
A young man, a middle-aged man, and the two people behind him are like their entourage, following far behind.
When Second Master Qiao saw these people, he was a little dumbfounded, because he knew these four people. There had been a misunderstanding before, and they claimed to be members of Wan Luozong.
Chapter end
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