Zhan Wuque doesn't care about laughing, he really doesn't like these things.

"Bang"!

As they walked, a group of people suddenly rushed out of the grass.

Moreover, this group of people is actually an old acquaintance of Zhan Wuque and an Iron Blood Mercenary Group.

The leader of the Iron Blood Mercenary Group didn't know where he went.

There are only six or seven members in front of me.

"Sold out the storage bag"!

A man who seemed to be the leader reached out his hand.

"Take a hand over to avoid you from dying"!

The man shouted loudly, and his strong Yuan power emanated.

"The peak powerhouse of the great martial arts master"?

Cheng Gang and others looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

The top strong men of the Great Martial Arts are no longer able to suppress.

Even if they all go, they will die miserably.

"You have something to say"!

Cheng Gang took off the storage bag on his waist with heartache and handed it on both hands.

The remaining people followed suit when they saw this.

"Why, do you two look down on us?"
Chapter completed!