Yin Tianheng asked with a chuckle.

"A little more."

"Remember to tell me when you're done.

I also have a purple shade flower here. Although it is only a hundred years old, the effect is still good."

Yin Tianheng took out a purple spiritual flower.

Wen Zhao, who was squinting, opened his eyes slightly, and they were a little bright.

"Tianheng, you gave me so many treasures, I feel a little embarrassed..." Wen Zhao said, his eyes staring at Ziyinhua.

"As long as you like it."

Yin Tianheng's eyes were filled with strong emotions.

"Then...thank you."

Wen Zhao happily took the Purple Yin Flower.

Yin Tianheng smiled.

"This man is worse than Su Xuan, but not bad..." Wen Zhao thought.

But suddenly.

Wen Zhao's eyelids trembled, and an even more touching smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Wen Zhao is unparalleled in beauty.

"I just came here after thinking about it..." Wen Zhao touched his rosy cheeks with his slender hands.

Yin Tianheng looked at this smile that he had never seen before, his expression was in a trance, and he was shocked.

"Tian Heng, I want to go to the Yin Tomb Valley to practice. Can you help me?"

Wen Zhao suddenly stared at Yin Tianheng, his beautiful eyes glowing and full of pleading.

"What are you doing there?"

Yin Tianheng was stunned for a moment. It was an important place for the Yin Clan. Even he only had the opportunity to enter once or twice in a few years. It contained the strongest Yin energy of the Yin Clan.

"I'm going to break through to the fifth level."

Wen Zhao's eyes were filled with joy, and he begged tenderly: "Please help me. If you have any requests in the future, I will try my best to satisfy you."

When Yin Tianheng heard this gentle voice, he was stunned at first, and then he felt happy.

Fifth level?

A fifth-level woman! Hiss.

Yin Tianheng himself didn't even come, let alone conquering such a woman, it would be a very satisfying thing to conquer.

"good."

Yin Tianheng thought for a while and agreed, looking at Wen Zhao with a hint of desire in his eyes.

at the same time.

It is one hundred thousand miles away from Baigu of the Yin tribe.

Vientiane Xuanwu crawls slowly, and every step is earth-shattering.

On it, Su Xuan stood on Xuanwu's head with his hands behind his back.

"Did it arrive?"

he asked suddenly.

"Um."

Jiang Qing, who was walking behind him, responded.
Chapter completed!