Liu Huai waved his hand.

Three volumes were in Liu Huai's hands, and three volumes were in Wang Daoyi's hands.

"Those who see each other will have a share!"

Liu Huai smiled.

Wang Daoyi looked at the man in front of him and opened the jade slip in his hand.

"Is this Wudang Xuanwu Stick?"

When Wang Dao opened the jade slip, it was nothing else. It was actually his Wudang stick technique, but it was obviously more comprehensive here.

"These are all martial arts secrets."

What opened in Liu Huai's hand was a Taoist visualization picture, with a swaying green lotus drawn on it, and the Taoist rhyme flowing on the green lotus.

It makes people's hearts sink into it.

A large part of the classics in the sky fell towards the Yellow River.

The old man in the Yellow River frowned and waved his hand.

The books that were about to fall into the Yellow River were rolled up.

With so many secrets, the world is probably going to be in chaos.

"This is a secret rain!"
Chapter completed!