On the high platform, Sun Yiquan heard Wu Li's words, his mouth fell open, his eyes reddened, and his face showed an expression part crying, part laughing.
In the stone forest, Feng Lin was still holding his gun, he turned his head to look at the spear beside him, staring blankly and slowly lowered his arms.
"Ha..."
His lips twitched, and a look of relief flashed across his face.
"Wu Family Spear? Haha, Hahaha!"
He shook his head, didn't even glance at Wu Li, and just turned around to walk away.
"Wu Family Spear..."
He kept repeating these words as he stepped up the stairs, his back looking dispirited.
"Holy shit, we won!"
"Wow, that thrust just now, so impressive!"
"So, so, so, so, so cool!!!"
"He actually thrust the spear into the stone pillar!"
"It was too fast, I couldn't see clearly, I demand a replay!"
"Isn't this guy the one-time Spear King? How did he suddenly come here and give his spear to Wu Li?"
