Jiang Ming was puzzled.
He could not believe that Holy Son Gu Chi only had this many treasures in his storage ring!
Forget it!
Jiang Ming put aside all this and was about to continue packing when he suddenly sensed something and looked ahead.
"That is…"
Just now, he sensed a faint aura coming over, and then he tiptoed over.
He was afraid that it was the bandit leader.
However, when he reached the vault door, before he could open it, there was a tremor behind him.
A powerful aura was approaching.
A sharp sword aura pierced Jiang Ming's throat.
What the hell?
Jiang Ming's eyelids twitched. He immediately raised his hand to deflect the other party's attack and subconsciously glanced at it.
It was a woman!
It was a woman who was extremely beautiful but clad in rags.
She seemed to be in a frenzy.