"I hope Elder Luo is not in seclusion!"
He was about to urge the Cyan Flood Dragon to speed up.
Suddenly.
His pupils shrank.
He abruptly raised his head to look behind him, only to see a powerful aura approaching him at high speed. Fu Changsheng's expression changed:
"What's going on?"
He had just sent a message.
By rights, Luo Haitang couldn't have appeared so quickly.
And the direction was wrong too:
"Could it be that the White Tiger Tribe people have noticed something suspicious?"
But if the White Tiger Tribe truly had such strong combat power, there would be no need to close off the mountain.
Fu Changsheng's mind turned.
His pupils shrank:
"People from the Celestial Yin Tribe!!!"
Bad!
Fu Changsheng hurriedly urged the Cyan Flood Dragon:
"Xiaoqing, flee at the fastest speed, quickly!!"
At the same time, he flipped his right hand, silently activating a Life Replacement Talisman.
Confronting a Golden Core Master.
