Seeing these three people and looking at the long swords in their hands, Lin Tian instantly guessed something.
The damage of the formation must have something to do with these three people.
"What are you doing, Zuo Shang, Chu Xuan, and Ling Ye?"
The face of the chief of the Burning Sun Sect turned livid.
At this time, everyone in the Burning Sun Sect changed his expression.
On the contrary, the people of the Thousand Refining Workshop looked indifferent. Obviously, everything was under their control.
The three of them retreated to the back of the Thousand Refining Workshop. "I'm sorry, chief. We have to do so!" Staring at Lin Tian, Zuo Shang gritted his teeth and said, "If he doesn't die, he will definitely kill us in the future. We just temporarily destroyed the center of the format
