"Fatty, why are you anxious?" Ling Luoyu curled his lips indifferently: "The old man is not anxious yet, he hasn't moved..."

"No, Master San, this guy... I really can't stand it anymore! I've really seen shameless people... but I haven't seen shameless people than me!"

Feng Chenglin was also angry and even brought in himself.

"If I don't kill him, I will be shameless..."

"Fatty!" Ling Luoyu's fingertips gently pressed against Feng Chenglin's back: "It doesn't matter what the person surnamed Zhao said, it's important... it's whether the old man in front of us will believe it!"

"Can you believe it?" Feng Chenglin spat and barely suppressed the fire: "Looking at his eyes, if you don't believe it, no ghosts believe it..."

"That's because he wants to believe it..." Ling Luoyu nudied his lips and pointed at Zhao Sheng: "Old man, let's not say anything else. If you are willing to believe him, I have nothing to say, but you have to think about it... You are alone, we are two of us, and... you can catch Zhao Sheng and attack him, but when facing us... it may be that we have caught you and attacked you!"

"Yes, if you want to listen to this guy, he will use it and kill someone with a knife... we will have no problem!"

Feng Chenglin opened his hands, hooking his fingers with a provocative hook.

"Come on!! I can meet you first..."

Ling Luoyu pressed his hand again: "Fatty, I believe it's one thing, but it's another! Old man, you don't have to estimate there... With your cultivation and the fierce soldiers in your hands, you can really fight with my brother, but don't forget... and me! If I take action... what will happen to you, but you have to think about it! Because if we fight, it will be a result that will last forever..."

Zhao Sheng's eyes wandered around both sides.

Seeing that Ling Luoyu was about to fool the old shopkeeper, he quickly shouted: "You... don't listen to them scare you... Both of them are silver-shaped gun tips, which are not useful..."

"Isn't it hurt you if you are good at it?" Feng Chenglin slapped him suddenly, and the beast-shaped power suddenly rose, slapped Zhao Sheng in the face.

"Bang!"

Blood and teeth fly together.

Zhao Sheng was choked by a mouthful of blood from his mouth and coughed violently.

Feng Chenglin waved his hand with satisfaction and looked at the old shopkeeper who was almost demonstrating: "Is it a silver-shot gun? Is it a try?"

The old shopkeeper slowly turned his head and glanced at Zhao Sheng, who was slapped with stars, and said: "So... aren't you from the same group?"

"Of course not..." Feng Chenglin denied.

"It's not true, right..." Ling Luoyu said another way.

Feng Chenglin suddenly widened his eyes: "Three Young Master?"

What are you doing?

I have said so much, isn’t it just to show that Zhao Sheng is a damn person, and he is not in the same group as them?

Why is there any more "It's not true?"

So what do you mean, Zhao Sheng is a member of their group?

"Old man, if you can trust what we say, then I will tell you... This guy is our captive, and he was brought down from the puppet mountain there..."

"Pule Mountain? Old Mountain!" The old shopkeeper suddenly thought of something, suddenly looked at Zhao Sheng, his pupils shrank: "I remembered... you are from Puppet Mountain!"
Chapter completed!