The Lord of Fengdu City?

As his thoughts turned, An Qisheng seemed to have no idea of ​​the anger of a donkey-faced Taoist in front of him, and his tone remained unchanged:

"not enough."

boom!

It seemed like a hurricane was howling, and in an instant, the huge restaurant trembled.

Tuba and others all changed their faces and disappeared into the restaurant. After several experiences, they had no idea of ​​watching the battle.

“Ha~”

Daoren Lu's face shook wildly, and there was finally no warmth in his eyes: "Does fellow Taoist really want to make things difficult for me? Have you discussed it?"

He thought he had put his posture to the lowest point and retreated again and again, but he still received such a reply.

At this moment, Daoren Lu could hardly control the anger in his heart!

If it weren't for the five-colored divine light that left an unimaginable impression on him.

He is about to explode.

But even though the shock of the five-colored divine light was still there, his patience was about to be exhausted.

Looking at Daoren Lu who was almost gone wild in front of him, An Qisheng felt a little surprised. After seeing the fate of Daoren Lu, he naturally knew that Daoren Lu had a very violent temper.

‘It seems that the five-colored divine lights left a deep impression on him during that battle...’

Thoughts flashed, An Qisheng stopped teasing the donkey and said, "Do you know, over the years, relying on the old demon who is as confused and half-dead as you, what has the 'Dao Refining Hall' done?"

A few months ago, he used Wu Feijing as a guide to spy on the people behind him, and there were two gains, besides Daoren Lu, there was one more person.

That man's cultivation is far inferior to Dao Ren Lu, but he is far superior to his viciousness and cruelty.

"Hmm? Zhang Longfu?"

Daoren Lu's eyes moved, and he suppressed his anger, and his voice was cold and hard: "What can a junior of Dharma-Shadow who relies on our aura to survive?"

Whether it is fake death or recovery, it is definitely not easy for someone like him to cultivate.

The Master Zhang Longfu, the master of the Dharma Refining Hall, was the one he kept.

"Cultivation cannot determine everything..."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, and as he spoke, he raised his palm.

Buzz ~

The wrinkles visible to the naked eye spread around his palms, and in an instant, they turned into a void hole.

Several figures with a embarrassed look fell from the hole, and the mud seemed to fall to the ground, screaming and moaning.

“These people…”

Daoren Lu frowned. The aura of these embarrassed figures was weak and their cultivation was extremely poor. He did not even have any magical powers and aura. Naturally, he could not recognize them.

However, he was proficient in numerology, and with a thought, he had calculated the identities and origins of the people in front of him.

boom!

The next moment, Daoren Lu's expression changed, and his breath swelled up, which shocked the people into powder. His tone was cold and he was already extremely angry:
Chapter completed!