At that moment, Feng Chenglin also felt the arrival of pressure.

The fifth level of Xuanhuang!!

Under the absolute pressure, Feng Chenglin's body could no longer move.

The mysterious energy burst out, and he stubbornly resisted the fifth level of Xuanhuang.

Even though his cultivation is invincible, Feng Chenglin is not the one who waits for death!

"Feng Chenglin, you fat man!! I didn't expect that you had just met you, and you had cultivated to the ninth level of Xuan Soul!"

Amid the sneer, a woman covered in a black robe walked slowly.

There was a familiar atmosphere on her body that made Feng Chenglin familiar.

He gritted his teeth and sneered: "Zuo Furong?! It's really you!"

Zuo Furong stepped forward, her figure seemed to be a little staggering.

"Feng Chenglin, today I wanted to destroy Ling Luoyu here, but I didn't expect that God treated me well and actually sent you two together!"

Under the pressure, Feng Chenglin's body trembled suddenly, his knees couldn't help but soften and he almost knelt down.

"Fuck! Zuo Furong, you don't know what it means to be greedy and not chew so much?! With just your little pressure, even this eldest young master can't be conquered. He also wants to kill the third young master... Go and be your dream of spring and autumn!"

Zuo Furong disagreed with his clamor.

"It's okay, fat guy, you can continue to yell here! I have time to play with you!"

She waved and gestured to salute: "Take your people and close all the streets as planned... and will spread the words as I taught you earlier!!"

He responded with a bow and quickly led his subordinates to bombard the idle people around him!

On the silent street, in the blink of an eye, only Zuo Furong and Feng Chenglin were still confronting each other.

And the pressure of the fifth level of Xuanhuang still forced Feng Fatty.

"Zuo Furong, if you have the ability, we will fight one-on-one. What's the point of suppressing this young master with your might?!"

Zuo Furong's eyes turned to Ling Luoyu and smiled coldly.

"Mr. Ling San, when old friends meet, are you planning to just sit on it and not get off?!"

Ling Luoyu handed the teacup on his back, and Chen Si bowed to take it.

Lei Ran stood up, and she was leisurely leaning onto the railing, looking at the show.

"Aren't you reminiscing about the past with Feng Chenglin? I'm afraid it's a bit inappropriate for me to disturb you two of you like this?!"

Zuo Furong suddenly sneered and turned to look at Feng Chenglin.

"Fatty Feng, I suddenly want to know how deep the brotherhood between Mr. Ling and you can be?!"

She changed the style nonsensically, which made Feng Chenglin a little confused for a moment, and she couldn't help but take a nervous look at Ling Luoyu.

"What are you going to do?"

"Swoosh!"

A bit of cold light appeared from Zuo Furong's robe, which seemed to have already indicated what she was going to do.

Fatty Feng's face suddenly changed: "Zuo Furong, you stinky woman, what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?!"

Zuo Furong raised the dagger in her hand from afar and walked towards Feng Chenglin step by step.

"I was wondering, if I stabbed this dagger into your eyes, will your brother come to save you?!"

Feng Chenglin instinctively resisted the pressure of his body, trying to break free, but found that he was imprisoned so tight that he could not move at all.

Chen Si couldn't help but step forward nervously: "Three Young Master?!"

At that moment, Zuo Furong's wrist suddenly raised, and then sank, piercing Feng Chenglin's eyes hard.

"Go to die!!"
Chapter completed!