The twenty-eight sects of Wanxiang Mountain, Blood Rain Sword Pavilion.

Yang Caier, who looks like a silver-haired little loli, knelt down with a white-haired old man in a straight face, and was polite to taste the tea.

Since the Qin and Han Dynasties, China had not yet invented pants, in order to prevent indecent exposure, it often knelt. By the time of wizards, Chinese warriors would lead the alchemist such as Li Jingxuan to establish a sect in martial arts and lead to the revival of all the meridians. Some people think that kneeling posture is more conducive to drawing the sword, so this ancient habit was revealed by some people.

But this is still not popular in the wizard world, but no great wizard will accompany you to kneel. This habit has become popular among relatively pure martial arts sects at the bottom, because it seems more solemn and dignified, and it is indeed relatively beneficial for warriors to draw their swords and kill, or retreat and lick blood from the knife, and no one minds even a little advantage.

Around Yang Caier and the white-haired old man, there were nearly 500 people standing on both sides. Apart from the sound of gold and stones caused by the tea cups touching each other, the entire temple was a bit terrible.

Five hundred people, probably more than 400 people from the Blood Rain Sword Pavilion, suppressing less than 100 Chinese Warrior Association. Five hundred people held weapons in their hands, gasping for breath in the snow outside the pavilion, and white mist appeared, and their eyes were filled with danger and fear.

The Chinese Warrior Association is afraid of the opponent in front of them. After all, facing several times the number of people and is in the other party's nest, while the Blood Rain Sword Pavilion is afraid of the Chinese Warrior Association. Such a terrifying behemoth seems nothing from the perspective of the entire wizard world, but for most people in this world, the Chinese Warrior Association is as powerful as covering the sky, terrible and invincible!

The Chinese Warrior Association is a major force that often fights plane wars and interstellar wars. A group of people like the Twenty-Eight Sects of the Vientiane Mountain, all of whom are fighting for territory in the territory of one province and one country. The gap between the two sides is almost unreasonable. If the Chinese Warrior Association is as heavy as a giant mountain, all the twenty-Eight Sects of the Vientiane Mountain will be crushed into pieces.

"The Chinese warriors will be too big, and the Wanxiang Mountain is too small to continue like this." The white-haired old man in front of Yang Caier said, and he had some ideas.

"Have you been born peacefully for so many years? What's going on now? Besides, the sect has not treated you badly. The merit exchange system is also open to you. Since the merger of the two sects, you won't know how much the promotion and breakthrough rate of high-level warriors has increased. Old man, don't you?" Yang Caier smiled while drinking tea, and his eyebrows were light and his style was not inferior to that of a man.

"Yes, in recent years, high-level warriors and even legendary martial sects emerged, but where did those good men go in the end? They were all absorbed by your Chinese warriors. A hundred years after the death of Emperor Yubing, what have the sects of Wanxiang Mountain withered? You are treating this place as your nutrient and constantly drawing blood."

"We did not force people to go to a high place. This is because of nature. What's more, even if there is something wrong with the general sect, sit down and talk calmly. What's the matter of colluding with outsiders? This is betrayal, let alone betrayal to a wizard academy. Old guy, they promised to specially adjust blood for you?" Yang Caier ignored the other party's righteousness at all. Her blood sea sword leaned against the stone table, and the sword weapon had already begun to whisper softly because of thirst and blood.

"As a warrior, it is understandable that you will strive to pursue stronger power with all your strength. Anyway, you will always be a dog. When you become a rich man, you can always get a few bones with meat, without having to eat leftovers when you become a Chinese warrior." In fact, the Chinese warrior association also has the ability to transform bloodlines and modulate witchcraft, but the superior deputy sect leader cannot waste precious time because of him, a small person, and even the wizard group trained by the sect cannot tilt research resources towards him.

"I want to catch the bones with meat? I'm afraid that you will not even have the leftovers after today. The Blood Rain Sword Pavilion, which has been passed down for 872 years, will be removed from the list because of you... Old guy, go to hell and regret it!" Feeling that there were experts surrounding the houses on all sides. As Yang Caier's original loli body became more mature, plump and grew up quickly, with silver hair and beautiful face, and at the same time, the sword light like a blood waterfall slashed down. No matter whether the masters lurking around were already square, it was already at the moment when they had to take action.

If the master lurking around is the best of the Yi Fang, if it is not the Yi Fang, the strength deficit will be even greater. If it is not the Yi Fang, the opponent will take action.

The stone pavilion in the falling snow exploded with a bang, and the sword light fist was entangled with fierce force, accompanied by the blood rain sword pavilion and the Chinese warrior association.

Although it was not the best time, Fan Wendong, Li Jie and others who came up around immediately took action, just watching the battle with their fellow disciples, and they were not reasonable in terms of human nature or reason.

"I heard that Yang Caier, a sword technique in the Blood Sea Sword, has been unique. As the inspector of the General Sect, you have been here for more than 20 years but have never really seen it. Today is a great opportunity, hahahaha!" Accompanied by the crazy laughter, the elder of the Blood Rain Sword Pavilion, cut off his love, and his two fists and palm swords churned and attacked. He practiced the palm sword technique that was extremely indifferent to the sword technique, but it was not without sword weapons. It is said that all the people who had seen this elder who really killed the sword were dead.

Although the 28 Sects of the Wild Eight Sects of the Wild Eight Sects are among the stronger ones, it is impossible to compare with the Chinese Warrior Association. However, the Chinese Warrior Association is eager to pursue the results of the battle, especially the martial artists in the Punishment Hall led by Fan Wendong and Li Jie, because they have already deduced them before going out. If the battle is undecided for a long time, it is likely to arouse the other sects who have not joined the sect. Only by destroying all these rebels with the force of Mount Tai, is the most beneficial method to deal with the sect.

Fan Wendong's Liaoyuan Fierce Musket was swung his arms and was as invincible as a silver dragon python. On one side was Li Jie holding a sword in his left hand and holding a knife in his right hand. The third son of the Li family was covered with dragon scales, and there was a faint metallic light in it. He actually cultivated the Titanium Extreme Body to the third level... Therefore, it is not completely unreasonable to say that the great elder of the Blood Rain Sword Pavilion rebelled. Most people worked hard to fight for the sect for a hundred years. It is not necessarily possible to save enough achievements in Zhu Peng polishing the legendary Titanium Extreme Body for him. Li Jie has been standing at the end point that most people can't fight for their whole life since they were born.

“Ahhh……”

Suddenly, the elder Duanqing, who wanted to see Yang Caier's Blood Sea Sword, roared. Fan Wendong and Li Jie had the best strength and had the time to scan their eyes, but they saw that the white-haired old man was stabbed by Yang Caier, and the eyeball was shaking and exploded with a burst of shaking at the tip of the sword.

"...I want you to die!" The white-haired old man suddenly had a fierce silver light on his arms, his upper body was deformed and strong, and his hair was faintly growing on his body, and he roared and rushed towards Yang Caier again.

"Oh, I said, why are you brave enough to betray the sect? It turns out that your bloodline has been transformed. What kind of mixed blood have been implanted on you by those wizards, making you feel self-esteem?" Yang Caier, a long sword of blood, killed two disciples of the Blood Rain Sword Pavilion, attacked the beast-turned-inspired trance again. The wind and snow in the sky were soaked in blood, and the heat like a furnace rose.

"You stupid woman don't know anything. This is the blood of behemoth, which is the one who defeats you big lizards!" The silver beast-turned arms were not afraid of the sharp sword. In addition, Duanqing himself is also a famous sect of swordsmanship. After activating a body of behemothed beast blood, he really fought with Yang Caier and was no longer at a disadvantage. This ability to permanently increase strength for others is also unique to wizards, because I don't know how many high-level professions have to kneel down and lick the great wizard. While taking the risk and paying the price, he also has to pay the wizard a huge reward.

The sect leader and deputy sect leader of the Chinese Warrior Association are all of the Yanhuang Dragon bloodline. Some high, middle and lower sect disciples are also inspiring. Therefore, some hostile forces call the Chinese Warrior Association the Lizard Sect, which should be regarded as distant relatives of the swamp lizard people.

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At the same time when the corpse was covered and the blood was overflowing and soaking in the Blood Rain Sword Pavilion, Zhu Peng drank the extremely strong pure Yang Dharma wine in the wind and snow with a green jade cup. His body seemed like a furnace of fire. Just sitting there made the radius of heaven and earth look like midsummer.

Seven wizards wearing hooded black robe flew past here, and after encountering Zhu Peng who was intercepted here, they paused for a moment, and then one of them came closer.

"...We were negligent. No wonder His Highness Wusheng gave up the semi-finals so easily. We forgot to calculate that you have extraordinary authority and can directly use the cross-plane teleportation witch formation." The witch with a hooded silence said in a low language. He lifted the hood and showed a slightly vicissitudes of middle-aged handsome man's cheek, with a high nose and deep eyes, and a very handsome man with a knife.

"It's not that you didn't count, but we just bet that we didn't find it. The seven demigod wizards, haha, it's really a big deal... but that's right. If you can successfully take over the witch tower information stole from the Blood Rain Sword Pavilion, it will really save your academy's hard work accumulation for thousands of years."

"...It's not just about obtaining ordinary witch tower information, but also about the top secret witch tower information of silver elves and high elves. To put it bluntly, the Chinese warriors will be able to do what they are today. Didn't it just rely on His Highness Wusheng's thief to start a business? Li Jingxuan, a martial artist, if His Highness Wusheng was not blocking him in front, I would have ten thousand ways to kill him." The gray-haired middle-aged man turned his head slightly, and the original normal pupils showed the meaning of burning fire, as if it were fire charcoal, which seemed extremely terrifying.

The next moment, his figure was firmly protected by a layer of burning skeleton body. It was a giant skeleton wearing a crown, majestic and extraordinary atmosphere that was no less than the fifth-level extraordinary.

A crimson-like fist light in a spiral state was blocked by the skeleton giant skeleton standing palm, and the demigod wizard flew high.

"Why do I dare to approach His Highness Wusheng? Because I am the only one with the ability to block you, of course, it's not just me." Almost at the same time, Zhu Peng suddenly leaned down, and a hideous giant palm swept across behind him. From the perspective of mental power, Zhu Peng could see a black and purple giant ghost walking out of the void, which was also a fifth-level divine life body.

At the same time, the other six demigod wizards were not idle either. They formed a formation in the void and began to chant spells. The six demigod wizards could not instantly emit spells. Even Zhu Peng did not have the courage to let them fight out. The dark clouds rolled in the sky, gradually forming a gray-red hexagram of hexagrams. The hexagrams were faintly corresponding to the six demigod wizards, and the huge lethal magic was born from it.

"Your Highness Wusheng, your current opponent is me. Of course, I have no objection to you if you are the main attacker of ghosts, but although it is only a fifth-level living body, it is the most difficult type to kill." A world is not a game, and it does not mean that the higher the level, the stronger the combat power is. Some people's fourth-level demigods are so strong that they can kill the same level, and then challenge more and more level like Zhu Peng. Although the fifth level of gods is far inferior to the extraordinary fifth level, it is a conventional calculation. Some are particularly strong or particularly difficult, among which the Immortal Ghost System is particularly prone to such monsters.

There was a light gold around Zhu Peng, and a darkness. Two-wheeled space gates emerged, and the mutated green mud that completely mimicked the black and purple giant ghost rushed out of the middle, instantly entangling the opponent. No matter how strange and unique your characteristics are, as long as you have not surpassed the fourth level of the demigod, you will have to fight against the mutated green mud. At the same time, an increasingly large red-eyed ancient snake emerged from the dark space gate. This scene made the handsome middle-aged wizard frown, but before he could respond.

Zhu Peng punched two punches and punched out one punch. The skeleton giant skeleton that he had always been proud of was instantly destroyed in the Red Sun Pill Fire. He is indeed qualified to be proud of. He summoned a skeleton giant skeleton equivalent to a fifth-level extraordinary energy at the fourth-level demigod level, and directly consumed a Red Sun Pill Fire that Zhu Peng also used to hold the box. Such a record is indeed outstanding.

The second punch was shot out, and the defensive field of the demigod wizard's talented defense field was instantly shattered. At the moment of the punch, the male witch's body instantly became empty and flashed twenty kilometers away the next moment. This scene also surprised Zhu Peng. Under the fifth-level extraordinary magic, it is difficult to play a role. This is already in the category of absolute suppression of magic power. If you press the first level, you will suppress all of you. This is the power of extraordinary magic.

He calmed down his mind and did not distract himself from chasing him. Zhu Peng still had no chance of rushing towards the six demigod spell casters in the sky at high speed. If they were all the level of the demigod wizard just now, although this battle would not be lost, he really had to fight. His own Red Sun Dan Fire had already hit two but one of them had not killed. This was something that had never been encountered before in the battle at the same level.

With the energy residue of the second Red Sun Pill Fire as the driving force, he rushed quickly, but the speed and speed failed to narrow the space distance between both sides. Zhu Peng frowned slightly and the true form of Yinglong appeared... He was separated from the six demigod wizards in the sky.

(Labyrinth? Slave Soul Ring!)

Looking at the equipment rings on the fingers of the six hooded wizards, Zhu Peng secretly complained that he was not good, but a large number of various soul slaves began to surge around him. The difference between soul slaves and demons/demon pets is that soul slaves are often miscellaneous soldiers, and demons/demon pets are generals with higher status and more promotion potential. While the soul slaves are not afraid of death, their initiative and execution are worse than those of demons/demon pets, but there is basically no concern about loyalty, and demons/demon pets still have the possibility of devouring the master.

Unless the soul slave is ordered by a high-level wizard, it will not exceed the master level, and the demon/demon pet has this possibility, so it is more worthy of cultivation.

The ancient snake that followed Zhu Peng to slaughter the soul slave in the space maze. She was so happy that she had already shot two of them. Just when Zhu Peng was hesitating whether to shoot out the third Red Sun Pill Fire and directly break the maze technique, the strange six-pointed star array in the sky had already shined with lightning, gathering its strength into a bunch.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the light of the bright red dome, the heavy titanium armor around him instantly emerged, and the burning of red flames enveloped Zhu Peng. Even Zhu Peng was unable to resist under the bombardment of such powerful magic. He was directly knocked down, and the terrifying energy spread, forming a large area of ​​devastating shock wave spreading, the earth cracked and the mountains shook.

(His Royal Highness Wusheng, the Hand of the Prison of Sin, is indeed powerful. He defeated the arrogant and arrogant Nalanfak of the Frozen Bone Tower almost instantly. His control of energy and the interpretation of the power of the shaping power are the only ones I have seen in my life.)

(That attack just now couldn't kill him, but it was enough to hurt him. The six of us joined forces to cast a simple forbidden spell, even if we were to break the shield and get injured...)

(Okay, hurry up and go to Blood Rain Sword Pavilion. If it weren't for the secret map of the witch tower of the High Elf clan, a few warriors like insects would be worthy of letting me walk out of the tower?) The six demigod wizards didn't even say anything, and all used their mental power to instantly transmit thoughts. This is also a kind of stance of high-level wizards. They think that the words of spirit connecting the soul are the right posture of high-level living bodies. As for communication with language, it is easy to make mistakes even if they are inefficient. In comparison, the words of spirit connecting the soul are too perfect.

Of course, this is just a fashion in the wizard world, and not all wizards think so.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

(How is that possible?)

(How is that possible?)

(How is that possible?)

(How is that possible?)

(How is that possible?)

(This is impossible!)

Amidst a piece of gravel, a shaking figure stood up. Zhu Peng touched his hair that had turned into nothingness in the attack with his hands. He saw that there was only a little thin gray left on his trembling hands. This was a huge blow from the body to the mind for Zhu Peng, who had spent more than ten years to finally raise a little hair.

"I was going to give my wife a surprise...you bastards!"

(Brother Hair, please go with peace of mind. I will cremate these bastards for you to bury them.) The storage ring between my fingers flashed with a flash of inspiration, and the next moment, a very ferocious sword made up of the bones of countless evil beasts fell into Zhu Peng's hands.

Sword Shark Tooth:

When the emperor was angry, he buried a million corpses and drifted blood; when the common people were angry, he buried a corpse and splattered blood for five steps, and the world was covered with mourning!

Shark Tooth is the most unruly commoner sword. It was despair of one of the four evil swords of Jinling. It was possessed by Xiao Pojun in the early stage. After Xiao Pojun died, he was held by his sons and nephews. However, his descendants were not worthy of their descendants. Not only did they have no one who could successfully control this sword, but after obtaining the deputy sect leader collecting the famous sword, he took the initiative to offer it... the famous sword was shamed.

The shark teeth of the sword are slightly bent into a moon arc, with dense serrated fangs that are extremely good at slashing and killing. The stronger they encounter, the stronger they are. Rather than a sword, it is better to say it is an armor-breaking sword, with the core enchantment as the effect of cutting and tearing.

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The battlefield of the demigod, craters appeared, mountains burned and melted, and the sword energy and sword aura were essentially higher-level energy generated by the entanglement and sublimation of fighting spirit and magic. Therefore, some demigod wizard said that the Sword King Wusheng deduced His Majesty's energy-shaping spell to an almost incredible level. In fact, it was not refined by bloody battles and repeated battles. War has always been the best catalyst for the evolution of witchcraft.

The six demigod wizards were quite strong, but unfortunately Zhu Peng was even more powerful. In the end, they couldn't even escape. Except for the Nalanfak who escaped directly when he saw the opportunity, the rest were destroyed.

"Cough... cough... Wusheng, you won again this time, but you can't stop this time. So many academies have failed to master the secrets of the Wuta design. But you, a martial arts sect, have mastered it. Do you know how many people are unhappy about it?"

"Unhappy? I just feel that our sword is not sharp enough. If you don't know how to be afraid, then kill until you know how to be afraid." He sneered and pulled out the shark teeth, and the last living demigod wizard almost appeared in the chest of the chest that penetrated through the front and back. He fell down softly with the stone, and there was still the glory in his eyes that he had predicted that the Chinese warrior would die.

"Huhuhu." In this messy battlefield, Zhu Peng was somewhat breathless. He chased a demigod wizard along the way without leaving all the wizards to kill them. This kind of thing is enough to be hurt by a large force like the Hand of the Prison of Sin, let alone some low-level wizard academies.

The reason why he is so cruel is that Zhu Peng really understands the temperament of these wizards too much. As long as you show a little weakness, they will pounce on you like a wolf and dismember you... Of course, avenging your hair is also a factor. It is difficult for you to grow your hair, and it will become more and more difficult to grow your hair in the future. After more than ten years of accumulation, how many people can understand that feeling?

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, the name of this sect is truly worthy of its name.

The corpse was buried everywhere, and blood flowed like a stream. More than 400 core disciples were killed this time. Although they had the advantage of the number of people, the number of people fighting in the high demon world was not a decisive factor. If it were not for Yang Caier, Fan Wendong, Li Jie but Zhu Peng, the battle would not have started. But Li Jingxuan made a separate arrangement. The Chinese warriors would not be afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice in the past, and they would not be afraid of the present, and they would not be afraid in the future. Who would have thought of coming here to grab the meat and see if there were a few good teeth left in the old dog's mouth.

Duan Qing is not dead yet at this moment. As the great elder of the Blood Rain Sword Pavilion, he is the last person who has not died in the entire sect. It is not that Yang Caier and Fan Wendong are ruthless, but that they consciously give up the credit for killing the enemy chief to Li Jie. The changes and hard work of the three young masters over the years can be seen. This is his first mission. Not to mention gilding, it is time to get back a little.

But I don’t know if it’s because of the older people, they are more and more afraid of death or what. Duan Qing was chopped by Yang Caier and stabbed by Fan Wendong. He was covered in scars and injured everywhere. However, when facing Li Jie, he could still grit his teeth and hold on. I don’t know if Bimon’s Beast Blood is really so powerful and profound.

Li Jie is not stupid, and he can also vaguely see the feelings of Sister Caier and Brother Wen Dong (calculated by the seniority of the Earth Age, Li Jie calls these two grandmas, and the great master is not at all a loss. But now in the era of high demons, of course, it cannot be calculated that way. If you really do stupid things, you will definitely be beaten to death by Yang Caier, who pretends to be loli). Li Jie also wanted to accept the kindness of the two, but just let the swords and swords behave like wheels on both hands, but he could not break the defense of the old man on the opposite side. Gradually, the young and energetic young man became a little anxious after all.

(Red tiger, armored!)

After a long period of hardship, Li Jie let go of the killer move designed by his cheap master for him. Although he didn't respect Zhu Peng very much, Li Jie still knew the skills of that guy. In less than three hundred years, he had achieved success with Bai Ding, who had no background, and that man can be described as "genius and talented".

The giant tiger that had been surging the formation on the side roared and turned into a dark red energy and covered Li Jie. It originally had no ability, but as long as the wizard level was high enough, this was not a major operation in this era. Especially Zhu Peng's knowledge covered the two types of energy-shaping and bloodlines, and the magic beast armor-making surgery was more perfect than ordinary levels.

Li Jie, who received the blessing of the Red Tiger Armor, wrapped his energy armor around him, gathered into a roaring tiger head on his chest. The power of his Dou Qi almost doubled and accelerated his operation. The blood killing general formula is different from the general Dou Qi path, which accumulates heavily and slowly accumulates momentum. It moves wildly, squeezes potential, and pursues the effect of extreme lethality with each point of Dou Qi.

As a result, Li Jie, who was in full state, had a sword with both hands, like a sudden rain and a strong wind. The faster he fought, the more he fought, the more fierce he became. He had a legendary titanium body, and his beast-turned armor protected his body, and was completely unafraid of exchanging injuries with his opponent for injuries.

"Wait, wait!" Duan Qing, who suddenly jumped backwards, suddenly raised her hand and said, but Li Jie ignored what the other party said at all, and the double-rolled sword followed closely, but just before the kill was about to complete the kill, he knelt down with a "plop" sound.

This scene really shocked Li Jie. Not to mention Li Jie, everyone around was also exclaiming. The elder of the Blood Rain Sword Pavilion had a breakdown of love. He has been a well-known person in the Chinese Warrior Association over the years, otherwise he would not have been able to incite a person from a sect to accompany him to rebel. Now that the rebellion has failed, almost all the people in the Blood Rain Sword Pavilion are dead. Are you kneeling here?

"I surrender, I surrender, I made meritorious service... I am also afraid of death. I am so old that I am better off living in a few days. The opponent promised to implant blood vessels to extend my life. I obeyed, but I also knew who the dark ghost above was. You, let me have a way of life, let me, an old man, have a way of life, and I will tell you all the secrets I know." While saying that, he climbed forward, trying to hug Li Jie's legs. Li Jie took two steps back as if he saw something dirty, and then kicked it away. However, Duan Qing still crawled forward while kneeling, crying and screaming, which was extremely disgusting.

The Chinese warriors will be Wuzong. How could such a person who is greedy and afraid of death get a trace of respect?

However, just as Li Jie began to think about whether to listen to what he said about the inner demon, Yang Caier's exclamation suddenly came to his ears.

When Duan Qing was kneeling to Li Jie, his face full of snot and tears suddenly disappeared. In order to achieve his goal, the old man suddenly pounced on Li Jie who was approaching and suddenly slapped him and slapped him. His entire arm turned into blood mist and burned in this move, forming an extremely shrilling rainbow of blood. This is the sword technique that Duan Qing has practiced to this day: the life-blood-destroying sword, which is used once and once. Although it is not difficult to reshape the body in the wizard world, it is difficult to reshape the lost life energy, and if the body is reshapes too much, it will damage the foundation of martial arts.

Facing the extremely close-range blood sword rainbow, Li Jie couldn't dodge, could not defend or carry it. As he retreated in a hurry, one palm suddenly moved to him. The blood sword that seemed to tear apart everything disappeared without a trace in the mist of his palm. Zhu Peng waved his backhand and pulled the broken head.

Because the gap in cultivation is too big, any moves and techniques are meaningless. Juan Qing has lost consciousness before he can see the figure clearly.

He sealed his head with magic and stored it, and then Zhu Peng turned around.

"Master...Master, your head." Before the words in Li Jie could express his words, he suddenly saw Zhu Pengchao's terrifying eyes. Before Zhu Peng could stare at him with fierce eyes, he instantly became like a frog staring at by a giant snake, and his whole body was frozen, and his body was cold.

"Idiot, I have taught you so long that you almost died here. Go back and get rid of you." After whispering a lesson, Zhu Peng said hello to Yang Caier and Fan Wendong.

Because there are only Fan Wendong and Yang Caier around, neither of them are outsiders, so Zhu Peng was a little casual. If he was in public, Zhu Peng would not directly scold Li Jie among the crowd. Fan Wendong and Yang Caier were not people who would go out to talk nonsense. He would hear it. Zhu Peng was really not in a good mood at this moment.
Chapter completed!