Chen Song's face turned pale and red, and he looked extremely ugly.

He was actually despised by a knife!

"Puff!"

Someone couldn't help laughing and then quickly covered his mouth.

After all, Chen Song has martial spirit cultivation and is considered a strong man, and he dare not offend him easily.

But some people are afraid, and naturally some are not.

"If the things here are so easy to get, will you still be your turn?"

A young man with long face walked out. He had a white face and no beard, carrying a long face, and a calm face.

"It's you, Jian Thirteen!"

Chen Song's eyes froze.

The people who came were like him, they were all famous geniuses in the Tang Dynasty, and in terms of strength, he was not as good as the other party.

Not only that, the forces behind the other party also made him very afraid, so for a moment, he was silent.

Jian Shisan ignored him and saluted Princess Wen Yao slightly, then reached out and grabbed a golden sword.
Chapter completed!