"By the way, kid, you're relying on this heaven Zen sect that doesn't have the support of any great immortal. You've found the wrong tree. You'd better leave quickly and find a good master. It's more important to live a few more years."
After saying that, a black mist suddenly rose from the protector's hand and instantly turned into a Black Rose. With a wave of his long sleeve, the Black Rose suddenly expanded dozens of times in the air and was almost the same size as the watermelon skin.
Li Tian looked at the woman in front of him, who was eccentric and had an unpredictable mood, and he was on guard.