The visitor is naturally Fang Xing!
From a hundred miles away in the sky, Fang Xing had already flipped down, his figure flashed in the air for a moment, and he charged to the foot of Fengshan Mountain, creating a huge pit in the ground. Then he quickly ran a few steps forward, rushed to Old Bastard Wanluo, scanned him with Spirit Sense, and the thunder marks, withered blood and broken blood-stained Vestment robe stimulated Fang Xing's eyes, turning them red.
His fists clenched with a cracking sound, the Evil Qi around him almost taking form, coiling like dark clouds at his side.
The Nan Zhan Disciples guarding Old Bastard Wanluo were intimidated by his Evil Qi, instinctively stepping back, not daring to approach.
"Old turtle bastard, not resting at your age, what are you doing here?"
Fury reaching its peak, Fang Xing suddenly exploded, then pointed at Old Bastard Wanluo's nose and swore:
