Ling Qingchen: "..."

I know a chicken feather sword formation.

“Just simply learned.

Today, this is the first time I have practiced it.

Success or not is probably still unknown.”

Ling Qingchen found a way for himself in advance.

Ning Qingxue: “…”

Luo Yu: "…"

Just now, the words were withdrawn.

My senior brother is indeed a salted fish.

I just looked up to him.

"Hey, there is no need to use the sword formation!

Here I have the thunder in the palm of my hand that my master gave me.

Isn’t it enough to just blow up this land with thunder in the palm of your hand?

Alas, such a simple thing, I don’t need to work hard to arrange the sword formation.”

Ling Qingchen took out two Ning Qingxue from the storage ring and gave it to him, and asked him to use it as a precaution, and said in a word.

Ning Qingxue: “…”

Luo Yu: "…"
Chapter completed!