Ma Minrong showed a modest smile.

Among the hundreds of saints and saints, Chenyuan's cultivation was at the forefront, and Ma Minrong had long wanted to make friends, so he flew over to say hello after seeing them halfway.

Suddenly, a blue light flashed, and a middle-aged man whose cultivation was at the peak of Dou Zun flew in front of everyone. He first bowed to Chen Yuan and the others, and then came to Ma Minrong and said respectfully in a low voice: "Young master, something happened."