A Fei Qiong and others all looked disgusted and glared back at Long Xingxuan, who was casting spells on them. But when the first drop of rain landed on their heads, these people suddenly became quiet, and then their hatred for Long Xingxuan gradually disappeared, showing a more confused look.

The Seven Saints of Meishan, who were flying slowly in front, felt wrong. Looking back, his face was surprised. You know, when they just took these people, they spent a…