Selling The Eight Prince

"Looks like he left."

Feng Yixiao looked up into the sky, his calm voice ringing out.

In the Kunlun Main Hall stood some people. They were the summit leaders of the various peaks.

They naturally knew about Ba Country's Ghost Qi.

"Do you know which three sentences the Kunlun Temple sent out?" Zhu Qing looked at the people beside her and asked.

"There are still opportunities," Liu Jing said.

"You can sense it by yourself." Feng Yixiao said softly.

"As for the last sentence." Miao Yue smiled, saying in a pleasant voice.

"If you don't return now, the demons will snatch it. He managed to make the enemy retreat with three sentences."

"That's about it." Liu Jing looked at everyone and said.

"We don't have to worry too much about this matter. Let's settle the current matter first."

"About the Dragon Race?" Jiu Zhongtian asked curiously.

"What did they mention again?"