In the snowstorm, Chen Mu took the lead.

With a step of seven or eight meters, he rushed down the Shuanggu Mountain with extreme speed.

Passing by the entrance of a dojo, Chen Muyuguang looked inside.

Suddenly, he found that seven or eight disciples of the lower court with bunts of various colors were standing by the door.

One by one, their eyes were white, and they looked at him indifferently with pale white eyes.

Chen Mu only felt that her hair was about to stand up.

Under his feet, he moved the gods to travel thousands of miles, and he fled as if he were flying!

Wushan

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