The small Indian was floating quietly on Yang Zhaoye's palm, with the phantoms of Xie Zhi running and jumping on it. The soothing and tranquil meaning contained a deterrent that could not be ignored.
Adrian Wen thought of the Fangdai Tianyin that illuminated Xinghuazhou many years ago. It was the beginning of Daniel Yang's sharpness, and it seemed to be the starting point of her self-exile.
Adrian Wen stared at the golden seal in silence, her thoughts racing. Yang Zhaoye has perfected the Dai Tian Seal to the extreme, and may be unparalleled by anyone in the contemporary Yang family. Tianlu Mountain is truly everlasting. Although Lord Bixiao is dead, this one just needs some time to grow. As for the Xie family, strangely enough, the juniors of the Xie family seem to have always maintained a level that is neither above nor below. It can be said that they lack talent, but Xie Tang and Xie Daozhi are also talented, but they have never had top-notch combat power.
Behind her, the cold sword energy flashed away, and she couldn't help but look back.
In the sea of consciousness, the phantom of the Tianxin Sword shook endlessly, seeming eager to try, but also disgusted and disgusted. Lila Ni held down the Tianxin Sword calmly and looked at Yang Zhaoye a little more carefully.
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