"Waste!"

Looking at the two disciples who fell to the ground, Yu Wen Taiji scorned a smile.

Wen Yan, the two disciples'faces were green and white, and it was difficult to see the pole. Finally, they still had no courage to continue to work, but left behind a cruel word.

"Brother Yu Wen, after all, they are disciples of the Neimen, will you bring them revenge in this way?" Yan Yumo said with concern.

"Two wastes, ten more, I'm not afraid!"

Yuwen Taiji disagrees.

Seeing Yuwen Taiji doesn't care, Yan Yumo can't say anything.

Just as Yuwen Taiji's eyes fell on the Oriental Dream Dragon, he drank, "You, roll over...