Just when this punch was about to hit Ye Xuan, a lance suddenly turned up from no where.

Bang!

The old purple-robed man retreated to over thirty meters away in succession!

The old purple-robed man looked up, and he saw a white-dressed female standing in front of Ye Xuan, with the lance holding in her hands.

She was An Lanxiu!

An Lanxiu looked at the old purple-robed man, with the lance still holding in hands. There was not even ...