"I, I want to ask for help." Ye Feiran's voice was mixed with a tremor: "An accident happened in the ancient martial arts world."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Feng frowned slightly.

"I don't know the details, but I have a letter bead, which can be connected with a sacred stone of enlightenment in the sect. As a result, my magic bead exploded, which means that the sacred stone of the sect was destroyed. I found the entrance at the original entrance of the Ancient Martial Realm, but I can’t break through the barrier, I beg for the help of Xinyue Mountain, I can give everything, please help me.” Ye Feiran’s expression was eager, and her expression could be described as weak , poor, and helpless.