The arrow came whistling with a fierce momentum. It was very powerful and fast. It seemed that the person who sent the arrow must be a master.
As soon as Ye Qinglan heard the sound of the sleeve arrow cutting through the sky, she knew that it was from Mo Ye.
Mo Ye was known as the number one expert in Momen, and he was best at all kinds of hidden weapons. The power of this arrow was naturally no trivial matter.
And this arrow was aimed at He Liancheng.
Ye Qinglan's hand holding the cross bar of the sedan chair exerted a little force, although she was a little nervous, she was not worried. Because she knew He Liancheng's strength, and with his skill, he was enough to deal with this arrow.
She stood still, held her breath, and listened carefully.
Unexpectedly, she heard a whooshing sound, like the sound of clothes being torn, followed by a very suppressed moan.
This is He Liancheng's voice.
