What the hell is the gate of fortune?

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, the black-robed old man's figure flickered. Like a ghost, he flashed in front of Zao Huazi and blocked his way.

"Young master didn't let you go, so don't even think about leaving!"

The old man said sternly.

Zao huaizi stopped, his face solemn. This old man's cultivation was higher than the young man 's. The young man had more than 1000 blood, while this old man probably had 2000 to 3000 blood. He, who had only 100 blood, could not compete with this old man.

"This is daylight, forcefully snatching a girl!"

"Which family's young master is this? He's too Savage!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

This young man was the one who had killed many fellow cultivators. From the looks of it, he had taken a fancy to the girl and wanted to take her as his spirit slave. Such an arrogant and domineering behavior immediately aroused public anger.

Many xiuzhe cursed from far away and pointed.