He was waiting for Fu Xi to come out.
However, Fu Xi was determined to display a stance of "trying my best but unable to win".
Xuanqing shook his head and chuckled.
"Cunning fellow."
His original intention was to let the disciples train a bit, but unexpectedly, Fu Xi took the opportunity to find a solution and simply didn't come out.
"Fine, take your time if you have the ability."
Since Fu Xi was willing to be a sparring partner for the Ten Kings of Hell, Xuanqing had nothing more to say.
Play, take your time and play.
The door has already closed, let's see where you can run to.
Xuanqing turned and walked away.
There were still a few "friends" yet to be arranged.
The Blood Moon in the Nine Heavens guided Xuanqing, and he soon found the party of the Primordial Qilin who was fleeing.
The Ming River was relentlessly pursuing them.
"I actually hate fighting and killing the most!"
He licked his parched lips, his eyes unable to conceal the excitement.
