Lin Qingyang smiled slightly and shouted at Luo Yu: "It turns out that your purpose of coming to the Martial God Temple has been achieved. Why not get out of here immediately!"

"You disciples from the Martial God Temple have injured my Ziyang Sect and want us to leave!"

Luo Yu laughed and said, "It seems that there is no such cheap thing in Wuyang Continent!"

Before Lin Qingyang could speak, Murong Chen said, "What do you want to do! Our Martial God Temple is always with you!"

"good!"

At this moment, Feng Chuang, who had not spoken, smiled.

He was injured by Murong Chen's dragon fist just now. He used his martial arts in a very short time and has basically recovered.

Feng Chuang looked at Murong Chen with cold eyes and continued, "If you kill you, we will naturally leave!"

"oh!"

Murong Chen said calmly: "It seems you still have to fight me!"

"That's right! I hope to have a fair one-on-one final battle with you! If I lose, you can slaughter it."

Feng Chuang looked at Luo Yu beside him and said in an orderly tone: "President Luo, please don't interfere!"

Luo Yu glanced at Feng Chuang, nodded gently, his figure fluttered and flashed three feet away.

Lin Qingyang, the head of the Martial God Temple, was very worried about Murong Chen. Feng Chuang, who was wearing a golden dragon robe and exuded an imperial aura on his body, was definitely not an ordinary person.

Moreover, Lin Qingyang discovered that his crazy martial arts cultivation was higher than Murong Chen.

Murong Chen, a martial arts talent, has never seen Lin Qingyang for so many years. He doesn't want Murong Chen to take this risk, if Murong Chen stays by my side.

In time, you can definitely become a peerless genius! However, there are people outside the martial arts path, and there are people outside the sky.

The blonde boy in front of him made Lin Qingyang very worried about Murong Chen's safety.

"Murong Chen! Don't accept his challenge. This is the territory of the Martial God Temple. Today we will let them never come back!"

Lin Qingyang wanted to kill the roots and killed Luo Yu, the head of Ziyang Sect, and this blonde young man, to prevent future troubles.

Such opportunities are indeed rare. Kill Luo Yu, the head of Ziyang Sect, and kill the disciple of Ziyang Sect, a talented monster.

But Lin Qingyang looked at the blonde hair, and the young man's eyes were not at all afraid.

Feng Chuang roared to the sky, "Haha..., the Temple of the Martial God is full of wine bags!"

Murong Chen raised his lips and showed a strange and confident smile, "Since you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

Murong Chen accepted Feng Chuang's challenge.

Lin Qingyang also retreated three feet behind, ready at any time. At the critical moment, he must protect Murong Chen.

"Ancestral Dragon Sword!"

Murong Chen grabbed the void, and the Ancestral Dragon Sword flew into Murong Chen's hands like a swimming dragon.

A roar! It was like a thunderclap.

Feng Chuang shook his hand and there was an extra magic weapon in his hand.
Chapter completed!