"Go, I haven''t seen uncle Luo for a long time." Zhou buchen smiled faintly, picked up his sword and followed Luo Chuan.

    The third-order peak of the heavens has not yet broken through the second emperor. Even in the canyon, Zhou buchen''s cultivation is not top, but when the wooden sword on his shoulder gently tilts up, the whole heaven and earth seems to be gently picked up by him.

    "Oh, he said to let Luo Hao break in by himself, but he still couldn''t let go in his heart."

    Zhou buchen sneered. Yu Guangzhong saw white pigs and black dogs at the edge of the forest, as well as a monk with obscure and mysterious patterns in the canyon.

    "They are... Wave breaking camp?" Zhou buchen frowned.

    "Hao''er grew up in the cannon fodder camp. He is also a student of Yuan Xiao, the leader of the eight wasteland battle regiment. He is only a stranger to the wave breaking camp. With his current Tianmen cultivation, he can''t find my congenital dark patterns." Luo Chuan shook his head: "In fact, I wish I could give him a real chance to exercise. But they wouldn''t allow it. They pretended not to notice that Luo Hao escaped from the place of origin, but secretly mobilized the strength of the wave breaking camp to track and protect Luo Hao."

    "There are 108 wave breaking camps, only one of which has been mobilized, and there are nearly 10000 people. Dongtianfudi is indeed the place to train friars