"What is your relationship with Doctor Lu?" Yang Fan said lightly.

The masked monk's body froze slightly, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and a red feather fan appeared in his hand. A depressing and dull aura came to his face, and the temperature around him suddenly rose by dozens of degrees.

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you think you can win me, Mr. Yang? Even the silver medal killer of the Dark Blood Dynasty could not do, do you think you can do it?"

"Hahaha...you don't think I know that the silver medal killer died at the hands of unparalleled hands. This matter is already an open secret in the 'Dark Blood Dynasty'."

The masked monk laughed, his figure suddenly flashed, and his feather fan in his hand waved at Yang Fan from the air.

Huh~~

Red flames appeared in a fan shape with a radius of three feet, and were pressed over in the blink of an eye. The powerful spiritual pressure made Yang Fan breathe a little rapid, and there was a wave of heat that could melt gold and iron in the surrounding air.

This is the strength of concentrating the Great Perfection!

Yang Fan's mind was shaking, and he slapped the storage bag. The metallic luster flashed in front of him, and a giant figure blocked his body.

Bang bang bang!
Chapter completed!