The Four Suits of the Poker Association (1)

Chen Qiyue looked around vigilantly and soon heard a rumbling sound. He suddenly looked up and saw a black dot approaching quickly.

It was a small private helicopter!

"Be careful!" Chen Qiyue growled at the Dark Light Sacred Spirit and quickly took more than ten steps back, looking at the helicopter warily.

At this moment, the door of the helicopter opened, and two figures appeared in the air.

They were wearing pure white masks. Without a word, they jumped down from the helicopter.

A dancing butterfly surrounded the two of them. A gorgeous wind disc instantly appeared under their feet and landed on the ground.

The Dark Light Sacred Spirit had never retracted his Dark Light Domain. However, at this moment, he frowned and suddenly appeared on the other side of Chen Qiyue. Several pure black Night Shields appeared in front of him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!