"You...are you Chen Zhu, who is known as one of the three great masters of the city of Shendu?" Ding Fanqiu said in disbelief.

Chen Zhu laughed.

"Am I so famous?"

"It's indeed me..." Chen Zhu said slowly, "You broke into a place you shouldn't..."

Ding Fanqiu pushed aside his white hair and said, "Motian Pavilion has always acted this way."

Chen Zhu shook his head:

"Okay, it's enough to bluff in front of other people. In front of my adults, put away your little tricks...your strength and cultivation are still far from enough."

Ding Fanqiu was startled, looked up at the red flying chariot in the sky, and sighed unnaturally!

Chen Zhu said confidently: "Don't say it's you... Even if the real Demonic Sky Pavilion comes here, it has to admit defeat. This witchcraft formation is specially prepared for blind and arrogant practitioners like you."

He did not pull the bow and arrow, but glanced left and right, relaxed and carefree, as if he was dealing with a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

The divine hand of the Yuan Shen Tribulation Realm.

It can shoot three Gangqi feather arrows at the same time.

No one can say who the next target will be.

The magic hand of Yuan Shen Tribulation Realm is so fast that it is definitely beyond the reach of the eyes.

"Three great magic hands in Shendu?" Lu Zhou finally spoke.

The old voice seemed deep and powerful.

"Huh?"

Chen Zhu's eyes moved from Ding Fanqiu's to Lu Zhou's.

He frowned slightly.

He never paid attention to this person!

Lu Zhou looked calm.

The right hand is held behind the back, and the left hand is stroking the beard.

It was as if he was not affected by the witchcraft formation at all.

Chen Zhu was startled and asked suspiciously: "You are not affected by the formation?"

Lu Zhou said calmly: "Are you asking me?"

"Do you know who you are facing?" Chen Zhu waved his left hand, and the bow and arrow floated in front of him.

Lu Zhou shook his head and said, "Your courage is commendable."

"Old guy... who are you?" Chen Zhu's voice was full of pride.

Didn't wait for Lu Zhou to answer.

Little Yuan'er couldn't hold it in any longer.

He said loudly: "The person standing in front of you...is the...real master of Motian Pavilion!"

The vitality comes out with sound waves!

Ding Fanqiu: "..."

Two disciples: "..."

Chen Zhu: "..."

Ding Fanqiu's heart trembled, he suddenly woke up, and instantly figured out... No wonder! No wonder this girl is so similar to the ninth disciple of Motian Pavilion! His expression was extremely stiff, he couldn't laugh or cry, and he was in pain... He actually wanted to take her in again and again.

As a disciple?

This old man accompanying him all the way is actually the old devil he has been pretending to be?

this……

Now, it's over, completely over!

However,

Chen Zhu laughed heartily.

It’s like hearing the best joke in the world!

"My master has received news... Ji Tiandao here is an impostor, and he will be killed on the spot." Chen Zhu raised his right hand, and the condensed Gang Qi arrow disappeared.

The more this happens, the less we can let down our guard.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said, "Answer my three questions, and then we can let the matter rest."

Chen Zhugang was about to get furious.

There was a ringing sound in the sky, as if conveying an order.

Chen Zhu frowned slightly and said with some displeasure: "Say."

"First, who is your master?"

"Second, what is the purpose of salvaging the sunken corpse?"

"Third, who was the mastermind behind the massacre of Yulong Village?"
Chapter completed!