Tang Luo thought about it and asked again.

"Above the ten hall masters are the three hall masters, one main and two deputy..."

Anyway, I have said everything I shouldn’t say, and I have also sacrificed my skinny bamboo poles and meat balls.

"The three pavilions and the ten pavilions are all transforming the spirit?"

Tang Luo's face showed a hint of solemnity. This Blood Prison Pavilion was stronger than he had imagined!

"Yes."

The meat ball nodded, and a look of fanaticism flashed in his eyes.

"It is said that the Pavilion Master is the Great Perfection of the Transformation of Spirit... He may take that step at any time."

Bang!

Looking at the fanatical look in the flesh ball's eyes, Tang Luo slapped his fat face.

"He may die at any time, right? Isn't it just a perfection in the spirit? What awesome! No matter how awesome he is, he can't rescue you, fuck!"

“…”

The meat ball was slapped, and there was no fanaticism in his eyes, and there was also a look of fear.

"Is it the only two of you who come to China Overseas this time?"

Tang Luo thought about it and asked a more practical question.
Chapter completed!