Chen Yang said: "Sorry!"

Ye Qingming smiled slightly and said: "I used to be very familiar with you, and I know your feelings for Xiaoyu very well."

Chen Yang frowned and said, "What do you want to say?"

Ye Qingming said: "Xiaoyu is dead... When the news broke, I noticed your expression. Your sadness is fake... The real Chen Yang can't be like this. So, I suddenly thought of

One thing.”

A chill flashed in Chen Yang's eyes and he said, "What do you want to say?"

Ye Qingming said: "You are that Taoist pen, right? The real Chen Yang is dead."

Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, then became furious and said: "You are just talking nonsense."

Ye Qingming said: "Let's go, let's gather all the saints together, and then verify and verify whether you are really Chen Yang?"

Chen Yang stood up suddenly and said: "Miss Ye, I have always respected you, but what you said and did today is simply unreasonable. What do you want to verify in front of the saints? How can you prove that I am true?

How can you prove that I am fake? After I blew up the fateful calamity fire, the inside of my body was restructured."

"You can fool everyone in the world, but you can't fool me." Ye Qingming said every word.

Chen Yang said: "I respect you as Xiaoyu's master, but that doesn't mean you can be presumptuous again and again!"

Ye Qingming laughed and said: "Okay, now your skills have greatly improved and you can be arrogant in front of me. Come on, let's try a few moves and see how powerful you are as a fake?"
Chapter completed!