The old monkey shook his head and looked at the triangular venomous snake attacking from a distance with a confused look on his face. He reached out his right hand to the side and a wooden sword appeared in his hand. "Boy, go to the tree first." The old monkey turned into a gust of wind and rushed towards the triangular green snake.

Long Yu turned the magma apple in his hand and put it into his mind. He spread his hands to the sides, and two swords appeared in his hands. Long Yu ...