"Let's go!"

After a blow exploded the iron clothes of Nangong, Nangong Ziying wanted to take people away.

"Wait!"

Hong Xiu shouted at this time.

"What else are you doing?"

Nangong Ziying looked at Hong Xiuwen coldly.

"Do you think that if you kill a Southern Palace iron clothes, your Southern Palace family and my Devil's Club will be cleared up?" Hong Xiu's road is neither hasty nor slow.

I heard that the anger in the purple of Nangong broke out: "Don't deceive people too much, my Nangong family is not muddy!"

"Your Nangong house is not made of mud, is my daughter Xiao Fankong made of mud?"

Just then,...