Wanning, tired to the extreme, squinted at the figure coming out of the fire wave, his heart was filled with anger, rage, anger, rage, helplessness and other complex feelings. Although he still wants to beat the old and the young in front of him, he is powerless. After such a long confrontation with futu and Huofeng, let alone Fu Quan, the old man, he can't compare with Mo ran.

"Mo ran, it's really a good way, but it's not your skill. If it wasn't for Fu Zhixuan and the poisonous pagoda, you would be an ant in the eyes of emperor Ben."

Mo ran didn't get angry when he heard...