"What happened to them? If Bu Tieyi was ambushed by someone alone, it would be reasonable, but if four six-star fighting emperors are together, even if I take action, I may not be able to keep them all. Emperor, at least there will be some traces of fighting."

Jian Wuxue stood in the air and meditated.

Suddenly, his eyes just turned to an abandoned temple below, his expression moved slightly, his figure flashed, and he appeared directly in front of a large hall.