Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

"What a formidable chariot, I wonder if it's a divinely forged artifact with countless patterns",The golden chariot collided with the white star phantom, shaking violently, and then flew to the right.,From the palm of Fang Yi, a small and exquisite flying knife shot out. It transformed into a slender light trace, aiming for Zhang Ruochin's brow.。