Beiyuan Nanfeng punched His mask again.

Added a crack to the mask.

The Lord of the Ping family finally gave up his glaring again and again.

"Uncle Jingsheng..."

"Teaching Uncle Sheng..."

"Zisheng..."

“Teaching the scriptures…”

He...or he spoke hoarsely and began to whisper.

Read some names.

He was full of resentment.

As Beiyuan Nanfeng punched the mask one punch after another.

The faster you think about it.

Bang.

Beiyuan Nanfeng punched the mask of the Hei family's god lord again.

The cracks on the mask began to spread.

He.

Ping Zongsheng.

The Lord of the Ping family.

Suddenly he gasped.

Increase the volume slightly.

"It's not as good as my father...it's not as good as my father...it's not as good as Chongsheng...it's not as good as my dead brother..."

"So...what am I? Father."

Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly stopped and swung his fist.

The fist was raised in mid-air.

Pause for a while.

He thought about it.

Then he looked at the lying Lord of the Ping family and replied:

"Shit."

After saying that.

Another punch, hammering on His mask.

Bang.

The fist directly smashed the already cracked mask to pieces.

The debris sputtered open.

then.

A punch with great force.

Printed on the face under the mask.

Beiyuan Nanfeng slowly raised his fist.

Under the fist.

It's a strange face.

He looked at the north plain and south wind.

Suddenly I laughed.

"Yes... shit."

He smiled and said his last sentence.

Then.

His whole face, her armor, and her body were visible to the naked eye.

It's shriveled.

It's like being sucked away by something.

Finally it turned into something dry, like ashes.

at last.

The breeze blew.
Chapter completed!