The reason why he dared to surround Li Chungang was not only because of the tempting reward, but also because he was certain.

Behind him, although Zhao Qi's face was touched, he seemed to be nothing. He reached out to get the thermos, but he might as well have nothing in his hand:

"Who stole my thermos?"

Feng Jue, who was standing beside him, smiled deeper on his face. Looking at the tense atmosphere, he didn't know what he was thinking about.

"All are here? It's good!"

Li Chungang nodded, gently held the three-foot wooden horse cow on his waist with his palm, and said lightly: "I have practiced a lot of sword skills in my life and have seen many magical skills, but among them, my favorite is the four tricks created by me!"

"Wang Zhongchao, come and experience it!"

Wang Zhongchao, standing on the top of the mountains, had his eyes burning and he stepped out like a dragon and tiger stepping out. The tragic battlefield killing and fist intentions emerged.

After saying that, bend down and step and punch!

Fist is like a human being, without any delay!

Boom!

With one punch breaks through the air, it will soar into the sky with the intention of killing, and the tragic and decisive intention of corpses like a sea of ​​blood shakes the sky.

One person and one punch will bring the great momentum of thousands of troops charging forward!

Zheng ~

The sound of the faint sword sound floated up, not very sharp, but more like the sound of a flute under the moonlight, ringing in all the ears.

At the same time, a blue light flashed by:
Chapter completed!