"Feng Lang, I think you are becoming more and more useless. Fortunately, my father still appreciates you so much!" Before the young master of Riyao Pavilion could get closer, he pointed at Feng Lang and said coldly.

"Richen! What nonsense are you talking about here!?" Long Quan was enraged and roared again and again.

The young pavilion master Richen just glanced at Long Quan, then moved his gaze to the sky, raised his head half-raised, and said with disdain, "Long Quan, if it wasn't for the sake of Feng Lang's sake last time, this young pavilion master

, these bones of yours have been fed to the dogs a long time ago. It has only been a few days, but you have forgotten the pain and dare to bark at me, the young pavilion master?"

Long Quan had obviously suffered from Richen's losses, and his eyes were ready to burst into flames when he looked at Richen.

Feng Lang was afraid that Long Quan would do something irrational in his rage, so he hurriedly blocked him behind him, and at the same time said to Richen, "Richen, this is Qingyuan, and it is not a restricted area of ​​your Riyao Pavilion. Talk and do things."

,Don’t be too crazy!”[

Richen sneered and curled his lips and said, "Crazy? Our Riyao Pavilion has the capital to be crazy, of course I can be crazy? Fenglang, as an elder brother, you can't even satisfy such a small request as sister Yong'er, thanks to you you still have

He calls himself a hero!"

"Bah! Is that what you called sister Yong'er?" Feng Yong had an angry look on her pretty face and wide-eyed eyes as she scolded Richen.

Richen's body was weak, but his face was thick and strong. When Feng Yong scolded him, instead of getting angry, he started laughing, "Sister Yong'er, don't you want that little white tiger? Brother Chen is going to do it right now."

Would you like to come and give it to you?"

"Richen, what do you want to do?" Fenglang subconsciously moved closer to Qin Dong and others.

Richen said with an evil look on his face, "It's nothing, I just want to show you what strength is!" After that, Richen pointed at Qin Dong and said carelessly, "Boy, now this Young Pavilion Master will give you two

There are two ways to go, one is to leave this little beast behind. The other is to leave your little lives behind! You choose!"

I have seen crazy people, but I have never seen anyone as crazy as Richen. Qin Dong sneered, curled his lips and said, "What if I choose neither of these two paths?"

"Choose neither? Okay! Then I'll choose for you!" The young pavilion master acted simply. Before Qin Dong could finish his words, he waved his hand and two third-level monks jumped out from behind him, eyeing them eagerly.

He pushed towards Qin Dong.

"I wonder who of you dares!" The person who spoke was none other than Feng Lang. Feng Lang was seen with a face full of anger, his hands on his hips, like a god standing in front of Qin Dong and others.

"Brother Feng, since he is here for us, let us settle this matter." Although Feng Lang's cultivation is good, he probably can't compete with a sect. Qin Dong doesn't want to cause trouble to Feng Lang.

So he opened his mouth and said.

Feng Lang shook his head and whispered, "You don't know the methods of Sun Yao Pavilion. You have offended them today. Unless you are all killed, they will not let it go."

"Riyao Pavilion is acting so viciously?" Qin Dong frowned and his voice became deeper.

Feng Lang said bitterly, "I'm afraid this is your first time dealing with Sun Yao Pavilion, right? No wonder you don't know this. Many famous experts in the Tianyun Empire have all died in Sun Yao Pavilion's never-ending pursuit."
Chapter completed!