the murderous spirit quickly surged up in the underground palace. In the Yellow palace, only a few monks stood up from the sitting posture at the same time. Although they didn't pull out the flying sword, their eyes showed a surprising murderous opportunity.

Lu Chen didn't move. The red shirt monk leading the way gave a harsh sneer, as if the owl were crying, as thin as a ghost.

"my friend, I don't want to know where it is? Don't think it's easy to mix up in fake clothes. Say, who are you? "

Lu Chenxin is shocked next, thinking: "have you been seen through? No, I didn't say anything...