Cold moon

"Sure enough!"

Hearing the sound of breaking through the air, Mu Yun narrowed his eyes.

What should come will always come.

The Saint Pill Pavilion suffered such a big loss in Tongshen Pavilion during the day, and it will soon spread throughout Nanyun City.

Shengdan Pavilion will naturally not suffer in vain, and will definitely find the scene.

If the light doesn't work, come dark!

Assassination!

If Mu Yun is the master of the Saint Pill Pavilion, the first person to be assassinated must be the current master of the Tongshen Pavilion-Wang Xinya!

Mu Yun knew that Wang Xinya was in the Tongshen Pavilion, like a mind-like existence, indispensable.

"Since it's here, come out!"

Looking at the top of Tongshen Pavilion, at that dark night, Mu Yun smiled slightly.

However, his words fell and no one showed up.

"It seems that I thought I was lying to you?"

grumble...

A rapid burst of air sounded, and a purple flame burst out at Mu Yun's fingertips.

boom...