The disciples of the sect all know that the junior uncle Zhou Huai'an has a low cultivation level and spends many years at the back mountain sweeping fallen leaves.
Until the demon king led one hundred thousand demon soldiers to suppress the situation, the mountain guarding formation collapsed and the leader was seriously injured.
When all the disciples were in despair, they saw Zhou Huai'an, who was sweeping the floor, yawned and waved the broom.
The monstrous demon army instantly turned into ashes.
The Demon Lord was horrified: "You... Who are you?!"
Zhou Huaian scratched his head in confusion: "Huh? I'm just a sweeper.
Beautiful, well written
Very nice, five stars.
Very good! This is the current social situation