1131 A Pity

An intrinsic force gushed out from the top of Meng Qi's head and a good-looking monk immediately appeared in the west. Holding a bamboo-like green sword, he turned into a solemn golden-bodied Buddha as he came nearer. In the south direction was a white-clothed swordsman approaching rhythmically. Water and cloud alternated around the sword in his hand, forming a dragon in the sky. In the east was an impressive-looking man floating in the air before landing. His sword was like a red phoenix, bringing along wind and fire.

"We're here to help you, my friend!" they shouted in unison, and had already drawn out their swords.