Prehistoric: Poor Taoist Yangmei, Do Whatever He Wants

Thirty-third heaven, Zixiao Palace. "Teacher, Yang Mei, that fellow, disregarded the dignity of a saint and ended up limping my leg. Please make the decision for me, teacher!" I knelt down and cried. "Teacher, Yang Mei stole my Zhutian Qingyun and asked the teacher to make the decision for me!" Yuan Yu cried. "Teacher, Yang Mei intercepted my disciple! Please make the decision, teacher!" Tongtian was also filled with grief and anger. In the Zixiao Palace, Daozu covered his face and cried! "The panda eye he hit me a thousand years ago is still not healed*." Xingfang Zhunti took the lead and looked at the empty Lingshan Mountain. He only had a tattered cassock on his body, hugging his head and crying... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.