It's better to keep your true anger in your heart, but it's better to kill it.

The great elder of the "Ghost Dragon Tribe" has black lines on his face, which are easily reminiscent of the mosquitoes on a python.

He was holding a dragon-head crutch in his hand, and his lifeless eyes looked up and down at Li Yan. After clearing up Li Yan's cultivation level, he closed his eyes and stopped looking at him.

At the same time, the voice of 'Old Man Longjiao' sounded in Jiao Wuxing's mind.

"You were actually injured by such a human monk? I told you a long time ago not to go to the land of flowers and willows in the city all day long and waste your practice!"

After Jiao Wuxing heard this, his expression did not change, but his eyes flashed a few times.

This great elder was extremely powerful, arbitrary, and extremely vicious. He didn't want to make any more excuses, lest he go back and be beaten up by the other party.

Once we meet, everything will be explained.

"Oh? Wu Xing, is this person the one who hurt you? You said he might be a physical practitioner, but I think his energy and blood are only pretty good. With such a small body, you can strangle him directly if you transform into your own body.

He is the one."

Xiye, who Su Yuan called "Ghost-faced Flying Swallow", had a pair of narrow, slanting eyes, a small and upright nose, and a snow-white skin.

It's just that there are also a few fine brown lines on his face, and he wears a black tights, giving him a very enchanting look.

She did not send a message to Jiao Wuxing, but turned around and asked directly, with some obvious disdain in her tone.
Chapter completed!