"Crisis!? I understand! I'll ask my grandpa to translate right away, give me one day!"

The Quantum God of War responded immediately.

"Thank you, boss."

The Aotian Sword God on the side saw Baili Qingfeng's speech and said with concern: "What kind of trouble did the boss of Thunder Lord encounter? Do you need help? We are all members of the Golden Twelve Star Palace now. Since

Support each other.”

"Thank you to the moderator. The crisis has not yet occurred. When I can no longer withstand the enemy's assassination, I will ask the moderator for help."

Baili Qingfeng said movedly.

He has no doubt that the moderator has this ability.

Today is different from the past.

Now he has some understanding of "power", but even so, he still can't be like Bai Yisheng.

His cultivation level is even higher than his.

"You're welcome. If you need anything, remember to come to me. If you can help me, I will definitely help."

Aotian Sword God said happily.

"clear."

After discussing with everyone in the group and confirming the establishment of the Golden Twelve Star Palace, Baili Qingfeng went offline.

Not long after he logged off, he received a call from his second grandfather Baili Changkong. The military department had all the medicinal materials he needed and would deliver them to his yard within one day.

After receiving this news, Baili Qingfeng's face suddenly showed a smile.

We have the medicinal materials for refining the blood of the brave, we have the translation of swordsmanship, and we are waiting for double happiness tomorrow.

There was school, books to read, martial arts training, and medicine to drink. For a while, Baili Qingfeng felt that life was better than ever before.

…

Just when Baili Qingfeng was lamenting the wonderful life, a group of six people from Sumen City, next door to Xiaya City, quietly gathered together.

If Qiu Yi was still alive, he would definitely be able to identify it immediately.

He knew five of these six people.
Chapter completed!