Roar!
Five Wandering Souls in the late Golden Core Realm pounced out. Zhou Qing, bearing the pressure, drew out the Tetanus and began to slaughter with a burst of thunder...
Under the moonlight, Zhou Qing lay on the bed with a bitter smile.
He had gone in three times, nine chances in total, all failing at the second wave, completely unable to pass through.
"No rush, take it slow, consider it as training. After all, this gravity is the best supplement for someone who just broke through like me!"
Zhou Qing comforted himself, listening to the old hen snoring, he turned over and gradually fell asleep.
The next day, after Zhou Qing fed some spirit stone powder to the old hen, Yan Xiaohu hurriedly arrived.
"Fourth brother, something important! Uncle Master Gao Xuan is looking for you!" Yan Xiaohu said.
Zhou Qing frowned, "Looking for me? What for?"
