Just as the three of them quickly retreated, Hongsi also arrived at the place where they had just stood.

I saw the red silk gathered together suddenly exploded, spreading in all directions with its teeth and claws, accurately piercing into the ground where the three people stood.

Feng Chenglin instantly covered in white-haired sweat and subconsciously blurted out.

"What the hell is this?"

Before he finished speaking, the red silk seemed to hear his voice, and quickly pulled out thin silk from the ground, and a "swoosh" sound shot towards Feng Chenglin like lightning.

"Damn dog thing!"

Feng Chenglin exclaimed angry.

Regardless of the fact that the beast-shaped power suddenly exploded, turning into a palm, and the aura formed by the two hands was like a palm fan. Your absolute crushing momentum was suppressed by red silk.

After a brief resistance, the red silk flew away and turned into countless spider webs. They fell to the ground like exhausted, and fled back to Zhuge Dali in shame.

"Oh, what does this guy mean? Did he escape back?" Feng Chenglin suddenly became interested, with a 2.8-meter-long aura: "Don't they still understand what winning or losing is success or failure, right? He saw that he couldn't beat us, so he ran away in shame with his tails stomped?"

"This is the most terrifying place!" Ling Luoyu dug him and said, "Don't you think this thing is much more terrifying than a ghost?"

"You can pull it down. This thing can be seen and touched. What's the scary thing? Is it good that genius terrible? That thing is erratic..."

What Feng Chenglin fears most in his life is ghosts.

The thing that is least afraid of is something that knows what "greed for life and fear of death" means.

"San Young Master, you have already traveled around the world and seen the world. A guy like this who can beat him and run away if he can't beat him is the easiest to surrender..."

It runs, it means it is afraid.

Then why is it afraid?

Of course I am afraid of death.

This is easy to deal with!

"Don't it beat us? Then why are we polite?"

Feng Chenglin rolled up his sleeves and sharpened his fists again.

If you can beat it, you can get up, and if you can't beat it, you can run away. It has always been his style.

It was so easy to deal with this guy at this time, and he was very careful in his mind.

This time Ling Luoyu did not stop him.

Anyway, it seems that if Feng Chenglin really takes action, he may not be the one who suffers.

Moreover, she really wanted to see what the hell is Red Silk.

Feng Chenglin said it right. When he noticed that he was coming over with great momentum, the red silk actually "slid" back into Zhuge Dali's mouth.

Zhuge Dali, who was originally standing there like a petrochemical, suddenly started to cough loudly, and the coughing made him bent into a big shrimp, kneeled down on the ground weakly, and even blew out two mouthfuls of blood.

When Feng Chenglin walked in front of him, his cough gradually eased a little.

He wiped the corner of his mouth in a mess, raised his head slowly, just in time to meet Shangfeng Chenglin's gaze.

The two people looked at each other.

Feng Chenglin was about to speak, but Zhuge Dali had already taken the initiative.

"Mr. Feng, is that you beat me?"

Feng Chenglin was stunned at first, then smiled: "Did I beat you? Don't you know what you think?"

This guy is really a talent!

The essence of the evil person complaining first is fully demonstrated!

Who knew that Zhuge Dali was even more serious: "You, you, why do you want to hit me?"
Chapter completed!