There are more than 30 strong men next to the Snow Dragon Saint.

Not many.

But there are many strong people.

Among them, there are three saints in the first level of realm.

However, then again, they were just entering the realm of the Saint.

The real soul figure of the Xuelong Mountain bandit group is still the Xuelong Saint.

When it comes to the provocation of the Snow Dragon Saint Lord, Zhou Fenfang can still remain calm.

Zhou Fenfang knew his strength.

I know that no matter how evil your talent is, I cannot defeat the Snow Dragon Saint Lord in the fourth level of the Saint Lord.

The blood power of the Saint Snow Dragon is also powerful.

It is the second awakening of the snow-capped ice dragon bloodline.

The dragon clan bloodline is still awakened for a second time, and the bloodline power can be compared with Ye Qing's Eight Desolate Flame Dragon bloodline.

With his cultivation level at the fourth level of the Saint Lord, it is indeed difficult to defeat him if he wants to fight.

"How is it? Little girl, I, the Saint of Xuelong, acts very fairly. If you don't dare to fight me, then hand over the desert holy spring on your body!"

"I don't want other treasures from you, I want the Desert Holy Spring! Of course, your love. People also have to hand over the Desert Holy Spring!"

Saint Lord Xuelong said leisurely.

In his opinion, Ye Qing must be Zhou Fenfang's love. She is undoubtedly a person.

Otherwise, with Ye Qing's cultivation and the desert holy spring on his body, Zhou Fenfang could still resist snatching it.

That's so strange.

It must be because Zhou Fenfang and Ye Qing have a close relationship.

"Don't let your mother go!"

Before Ye Qing could speak, Zhou Fenfang suddenly vomited fragrant smell and her outlet became dirty.

The Snow Dragon Saint was stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!