Even if Tongtian Wushen was healing, Song Yan felt it as soon as she appeared. She opened her eyes and looked at him slowly. She said, "I didn't expect that your battle method has reached this point. It's not too good to be called the God of battle method."

"Tongtian Wushen praised!" Song Yan said lightly, and then his face showed interest: "Why did your two brothers chase you?"

While talking, Song Yan looked at the God of martial arts carefully. He was several hundred years old, but he looked like a young woman in her twenties. Especially the skin was tender and white than a baby.

"The luck of...