"next, next"

Zhao Tong looked at Ning Qi with a complicated look, and said.

Ning Qi didn't move. The remaining five people glanced at Ning Qi, and then stepped forward to drip their blood essence one after another. Except for the two who had the same strong white light as the middle-stage immortal, the other three also had a faint purple light. I can't believe this guy, out of ten people, there is already a silver light