"Brother Qin, how many tricks do you want me to defeat you?" Song Yan stared at Qin Feng and had fun on his face.

Wen Yan, the face of Qin Feng is black, sneering: "Small people get their ambition."

"Mutual! Each other." The tone of Song Inkstone is strange, which seems to have some meaning.

Suddenly, Qin Feng's face became darker, and suddenly pulled out his sword: "Huang Liang, start, don't play with your mouth there!"

"OK, as you wish!"

Song Inkstone stepped out, raised his palm to fly, and the red palm strength and hot temperature formed an overwhelming momentum to the Qin wind.

But just then, Qin Feng...