sneered and kicked Qin Hao away.Survival of the fittest is the law of nature.Born in the Xianyu of the ancient world, Jiang Xuling, a member of the revered family, understood this best.Who can blame...Bai Xuewei, with fair skin and icy blue hair.

Even her pupils were icy blue.

It looks like a snow sculpture made of jade, crystal clear and beautiful.

She had a cool and elegant temperament. Anyone who saw her for the first time would be amazed and impressed.

However, in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, not even a ripple arose.

Bai Xuewei couldn't help but feel nervous, biting her lip slightly.

In fact, let alone Bai Xuewei.

No matter who they are, any prodigious talent would feel restrained in the presence of Jun Xiaoyao and instinctively lower their stance.

Jun Xiaoyao's kind of temperament had long formed a kind of invisible aura, awe-inspiring without anger.

"Are you..."ow, having slain the nine *** spirits.They also began to distribute the spoils of war.However, surprisingly.Only to see Jun Xiaoyao wave his sleeves, scattering these hundreds of heart imprints from t...