This person is only in his twenties, but his cultivation level is as high as the ninth level of Qi training!

With this person holding the battle, Zhou Hai has no chance of escaping.

Zhou Zhouhai finally recognized the reality and begged for mercy: "Third Young Master, I, Zhou Hai, have admitted defeat. I am willing to give up the spiritual rice business in Xifang District. I hope Third Young Master can give me a way to survive."

"Give it up?"

The third son of the Zhang family, dressed in white attire, had a cruel smile on his face, "I, Zhang Jingyu, will take whatever I like!"

When Zhou Zhouhai heard this, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes: "If you don't give me a way to live, then we will die together!"

"Do you deserve it if you work hard?"

Zhang Jingyu raised his hand, and a pair of flaming ring-shaped magic weapons flew out of the storage bag.

The next moment, the pair of fire rings were entangled with each other, and with a violent whistling sound, they blasted towards the sea on Thursday.

A first-level high-grade magic weapon, a ring of flames!

The humid air after the rain became scorching.
Chapter completed!