Zhao Chu's torn clothes moved without any wind, his long hair was flying, and he was not afraid at all.

The humiliation of that day was engraved in Zhao Chu's heart... He practiced hard and practiced for what?

The man took a breath of life, but the man was humiliated and rolled into a corner to lick his wounds... After the injury healed, the hatred was irreconcilable.

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"Could it be that...he wants to challenge...the number one in Xiangfeng?"

At this moment, everyone felt the absurdity of the world.

…

"It's a bit interesting."

At this time, the city lord Feng Zhanchen, who was resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes... The little play finally started to smell like gunpowder.

Dare to challenge Feng Haoyan... just for courage, that's pretty good.
Chapter completed!