"What a pity. If Zhan Wuque is given a few more years, it's hard to say who will win to death."

Someone shook his head and whispered in secret, not believing in war Wuque at all.

"Brother Zhan, you haven't taken action yet"?

Someone stood beside Mr. Zhan and smiled and spoke.

The few figures around Mr. Zhan are all well-known figures in Qingyang City, and the lowest strength is all great martial artists.

"He is far from my grandson's opponent"!

Old Master Zhan looked calm and shook his head, without any worries.

"Oh", the few people couldn't help but look at it.

"Brother Zhan is a little too confident, right?"

Someone laughed in a low voice, feeling that Mr. Zhan was exaggerating.

"Don't talk about him, even if I wait, I may not be my grandson's opponent."

Mr. Zhan did not refute, but instead meant to point out.

"Arrogant"!

All of them were very upset.

How old are they? How old are Zhan Wuque? It's just a teenager.
Chapter completed!