The mascot, Fang ping

Outside the village.

Fang ping and the others stared at the village for a moment. Fang ping said softly, "I'll go in and take a look first. You guys guard outside. Let's see if we can get some information. "

"Alright," he said.

The few of them were not worried about Fang Ping's safety. It was just a village.

In the catacombs, there was a clear hierarchy.

In a village like this, having a rank-3 martial artist would be enough to hold out the heavens.

These two years, Tiannan's catacombs had been closed, which was why these villages had a place to live.

If it were any other catacombs, such a village would have long been abandoned.

After Fang ping said that, he suddenly glanced at Qin Fengqing and asked curiously,""Why didn't you snatch it this time?"

Qin Fengqing was speechless,"snatch what?" "In this poor place, can we even snatch three to five grams of cultivation-aiding energy stones?"

What was Fang ping thinking?