Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Fang Yi was first slightly stunned, and then, a flash of anger appeared in his eyes.,"What a formidable chariot, I wonder if it's a divinely forged artifact with countless patterns",Zhang Ruochin soared out of the Golden Stepped Dragon Palanquin like a great peng spreading its wings. The space before him twisted and warped, becoming a swirling vortex.。