Ling Sheng had already stood up, and his fingertips shone with colorful light, and a few blood marks appeared in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Wang Sheng frowned and said.

Yin Cha Pofeng also frowned slightly. She was wearing a blood-red gauze skirt, giving people a feeling of putting the curtains on her body.

Most Shura women like to dress up like this, and I don’t know why.

Pofeng whispered: "Don't you remember me?"

"Yincha," Wang Sheng said calmly, "You and I don't seem to have to meet directly."

"Come here today, I have something to ask for," Pofeng was not angry at all and whispered, "Can you let my two tribesmen take a look at your Yuantu sword?"

Wang Sheng nodded and summoned the Yuantu sword, floating on his palm, and slowly rotated.

The eyes of the three Shuras suddenly fell on this innate killing spiritual treasure. Pofeng's face showed a sense of relief, and his eyes were a bit sad and gentle.

Wang Sheng could not understand her specific mood, but he always felt that she was now...

It should be very touched.

But the two figures behind Pofeng made completely different actions.

The male Shura trembled all over, lowered his head, leaned over, and knelt down deeply, kissed the cold soil of Fengdu City, and kept shouting "Old Ancestor...Old Ancestor..."

But the young Shura, who seemed to be harmless, had a short skirt and long leather boots, had a charming smile.

Two slight waves rippled in her eyes, and the Taoist rhyme hidden in her was slowly revealed, and her strength was even one-line higher than that of Breaking the Wind.

Wang Sheng immediately felt a little drowsy in his mind, and chuckled in his heart, but he looked like he was sweating on his forehead and breathing rapidly;

Ling Sheng secretly glanced at his master, and his face turned pale, pretending that he was caught.

Pofeng suddenly turned around, stared at the tribe member behind him, and said coldly: "Menita, are you sure you want to do this?"

"The treasure of the ancestor should be returned to our Shura clan. Break the wind and don't stop me."

Wang Sheng was observing secretly, and found that Pofeng was obviously hesitating for a moment, but took a step back to the side.

The Shura master with short skirts and leather boots around him swayed his almost 'small' broken waist and walked step by step to Wang Sheng.

The blood color in her eyes became more and more intense, and the wisps of Taoist rhyme surrounding Wang Sheng's body were like shackles, imprisoning Wang Sheng's Tao and soul.

The Shura woman raised her hand and grabbed the silver-white hilt, but was stopped by Wang Sheng's immortal power, and a charming chuckled appeared on the corner of her mouth.

“Can you give it to me?”

"Okay," Wang Sheng murmured, and the immortal power in his palm slowly retracted.

The Shura girl's eyes were a little disdainful, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became more charming.

At this time, a series of immortal consciousnesses were shrouded in this place, as if the master of the underworld underworld was unwilling to be taken away by this woman.

However, Shura's slender hand was just holding the hilt of Yuantu's sword.
Chapter completed!