The temple elder

"Pfft ... Cough cough cough ..."

Jiang zipeng fell to the ground, turned his head and spat out a front tooth!

On his handsome face, there was a swollen palm print. It was as ugly as it could be!

"Heavens ... Who's that guy! What powerful strength! With a single slap, he knocked out Mister purple ROC, who was at the four fires God-refining stage!"

"Strength is not the main point! The main point was why he could make a move on the holy mountain! Looking at his appearance, he should be a Beastman ..."

"Not simple! That person's identity is definitely not simple!"

The group of young people exclaimed, but they didn't dare to meddle in their business, because the person who beat Jiang zipeng up was someone they couldn't afford to offend!

The man was thin, but his eyes were as sharp as a Falcon's, and he exuded a powerful pressure.