Chapter 217 Go to the Mine!

The two men followed this group of friars to Panlong Mountain. If it hadn't been for the words "racing car" written on the abandoned award platform at the bottom of the mountain, Zhang Xiaojun would not have recognized it as Panlong Mountain.

Now Panlong Mountain is full of towering trees, and there are many immortal birds flying around Panlong Mountain. I don't know where the spring comes from

"Is this Panlong Mountain?"

"Well, now it is the residence of our Qingtan Sect!"

"Sir, where are the ordinary people at the foot of the mountain?" Zhang Xiaojun couldn't help asking.

"They are all gathered together. Your job is to manage them later." The head monk