Cangyouyin

Xiao Huan originally planned to end his bloody fate, but who would have thought that the space suddenly shattered, and a mountain master from Beimang Mountain knocked him eighty meters away. "Remember, your master's name is Bai Xiaoyi. You must practice hard to become your master and avenge Beimang Mountain's 500,000-strong army!" "Brother, don't get excited. I'll bury you when I finish digging the hole!" "You have to be careful in the East Valley. They have many evil arts. Remember to be careful. If you are a teacher, you will be plotted by them!" The corner of Xiao Huan's mouth twitched: "Don't you understand? Become a hammer master! If I dig a hole and bury you, then it will be considered as my most benevolent and righteous thing!" "God didn't give birth to me, Bai Xiaoyi! How could I come to Beimang Shiliuqi! Disciple, avenge my master!" Looking at the idiot who vomited blood and died in front of him, then at the green light that suddenly appeared on his body, and then weighing the sickle in his hand, Xiao Huan couldn't help but burst into tears.