Chen Feng was worried and had a murderous intention to kill Murong Chen.

"Young Master Han!"

Chen Feng smiled evilly and said, "Murong Chen?

!”

Mr. Han looked puzzled, wondering what Chen Feng, who suddenly changed his face, meant, "Chen Feng, what's wrong?

!”

"How strong is Murong Chen?"

Chen Feng asked.

Mr. Han glanced at Murong Chen. The red ghost-faced centipede had been beaten to pieces by Murong Chen. A red demon core was being put into the storage armband by Murong Chen.

"You and I can barely compete with the magical weapons in our hands!"

Mr. Han looked at Murong Chen's elegant and elegant figure in the distance, with confident eyes and floating courage, ashamed of himself.

"His martial arts cultivation is seriously inconsistent with his strength!"

Mr. Han from Black Moon City added.

Chen Feng's eyes were like a knife, "Find an opportunity to kill Murong Chen! He is our enemy! This year, the Temple of the Martial Gods will select disciples from the entire Southern Continent, you say..." Mr. Han pondered for a moment and nodded, "Murong Chen is also a big trouble to get the ice flame grass!"
Chapter completed!