Flying snow

The young man who appeared from the stone door was Lu Ming.

Lu Ming was also a little stunned. He did not expect to see more than ten young men staring at him with wide eyes when the stone door opened.

"Cough, cough, excuse me, excuse me!"

Lu Ming coughed a few times and was about to walk out.

"Wait a minute, kid, Who are you?" he asked.

The blue-robed young man in the lead shouted coldly and glared at Lu Ming with hostility.

"I'm lu Ming. May I know what this place is? Um, which region is it in?"

Lu Ming cupped his fists and said politely.

Since he had just arrived, Lu Ming wanted to find someone to inquire about the situation.

He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that it would be in the Tianxuan region. Even if it was not in the Tianxuan region, it would be best if it was in a large region near the Tianxuan region.