If the Poison Saint Son could not even kill Tang Long and returned to the Voodoo family in disappointment, then what kind of face does he have to live in this world?!

It seems that all this is under Yin Xueqing's calculations.

An arrogant person like Wu Lingyu is destined to become a chess piece in Yin Xueqing's hands!

puff!

At this moment, Tang Long spitted a mouthful of cigarettes and smiled contemptuously, "Haha, is this the Golden Dan Powerful Man? Do you dare to be weaker?!"

Looking at the two Jindan heroes, their heads were lowered and they knelt on the ground motionlessly.

"Hidden by shock?!"

"Oh my God, what a terrible strength!"

"It's really too strong. It seems that the Demon King Tang is expected to rush into the top three in this martial arts conference!"

Looking at the golden elixir with white eyes, everyone present exclaimed.

Wu Lingyu, who was sitting in the bronze sedan chair, said with a resentful look on his face: "Tang Long, you are seeking death by yourself, and you can't blame others!"

Brush brush.
Chapter completed!