micro strip's poor laughter sounded in the hall of the city Lord's mansion. At this time, all the disciples had retreated and closed the door tightly. Only Lu Chen, Mou Xing, Zhang Heng, Tengfeng and LV Jun were left in the hall.

as the words of Lu Chencheng's invitation came out, the hall suddenly became a dead silence.

Zhang Heng, with cold sweat on his head and a chill wind on his back, retreated low beside him, only daring to squint at Lu Chen and Mou Xing.

"he did it on purpose."

"it must be, it must be intentional."

"it's nothing to ask for?"

the reputation of the three brothers...