Hello, thin monkey, let’s discuss it. After you die, leave the body to me."

You Wuming didn't answer, stood up and sat cross-legged on the ground, using healing.

The weird guy didn't receive the answer, looked unhappy, and turned his head to look like Chen Qiu. The light in his eyes immediately became disdainful.

"This is a lot worse. Hello, who are you Chen Qiu's fucking boy?"

The guy stood on the coffin, put his hands on his waist, and shouted in a gong's voice:

"Who lost the good materials that Gao Xing's old coffin pulp was given to me? Where is the boy named "Broken Iron"?

Pull it out and show me!"

As soon as these words were said, Chen Qiu knew who the person was.

The crazy Qingyang Demon Lord.

Ai Dada.

Seeing that no one answered, Ai Dacha grabbed his chin and randomly analyzed:

"The thin monkey was holding Brother Zhang's evil sword. Well, he should be a member of the Qijue Sect. Chen Qiu couldn't enter the Qijue Sect. Zhang Chu's unlucky child would definitely not want it."

The crazy guy turned his head and stared at Chen Qiu with his big eyes. He said in a bad voice:

"So, are you just a fucking girl Chen Qiu?"

"Yes, it's right."

Chen Qiu patted the soil on his body and rubbed the wounds on his waist and abdomen. As the true qi flowed, the pain was much less.

He looked at Ai Dachai and said:

"What's the price to find me?"

"The thief is defeated!"

Ai Dacha snorted coldly, shook his hand and threw out a ray of green light, whistling at Chen Qiu, who grabbed the shaking light and slashed out a knife energy, trying to knock away the hidden weapon.

But the moment the two contacted each other, the sword energy was easily dispersed by the green-light hidden weapon.

Chen Qiu did not dodge or avoid it, just like closing his eyes and waiting for death.

"Bang"

The Mo family's black sword roared over, just like a flying immortal sword from the sky.

The back came first, and was approaching in front of the green-ghost hidden weapon. A man in a wide black suit floated down and stood in front of Shen Qiu.

Wujiu, a master of the Mo family, stretched out his hand and gently hooked it. As the true energy was pulled, the Mo family's black sword returned to his hand.

Wujiu looked at the Qingyang Demon Lord in front of him.

The latter looked at him too.

"I'm a big mess..."

"Shut up! The old thing."

As soon as Wujiu Juzi spoke, he was interrupted by the deep voice of the Qingyang Demon Lord.

He stepped on the chains that bound the coffin. The chains broke in response to the sound. Ai Dacha fell to the ground, grabbed the heavy coffin with one hand, and smiled at Wujiujiuzi:

"I was planning to find you, but you delivered it to you by yourself.

This birthday coffin is prepared for you, an old guy. It looks like I am so filial, Master...

There are some "good stuff" inside.
Chapter completed!