Feng Lin immediately ran back to the ruins and handed the phone to Xing Nan, "Sister Nan, I agree."

"good!"

Xing Nan's hands were shaking, but I found that Jingye was already strong enough.

This one is still the boss.

It's a lie that she's not nervous.

Taking the phone, Xing Nan's voice trembled slightly, "Senior... hello, my name is Xing Nan, and I am from the Xingyuan tribe."

"That garbage Xingyuan tribe? I remember that they were once very strong, but now they are almost reduced to a third-rate race."

Feng Chen said domineeringly over there.

Xing Nan's hand couldn't help but tighten.

But what Fengchen said was true.

The power structure in the alien land is one super and many powerful.

One super is the Yin Yang Crusaders.

And how strong was the Xingyuan Clan in the past?

But now, at the bottom of the rankings, it doesn't even count.

"Senior taught me a lesson, but I am confident that if I get the fallen soul, I can revive Xingyuan!"

Xing Nan said with a serious face.

"Okay! I really like women like you. Are you married?"

Feng Chen asked over there.

When Feng Lin heard this, he cursed in his heart.

He originally planned to seize the phone, but Fengchen's most important words hadn't been said yet.

That is to use the treasures of torture in exchange for exercises.

"No, seniors should know that our Xingyuan ancestors came from Shenxiang and are much older than other races."

Xing Nan looked a little embarrassed, maybe this person liked him, "I'm only seventy years old, I'm still young."

Feng Lin rolled his eyes, seventy years old.

Still talented?

"You are not young anymore. Otherwise, you will marry my son as your wife."

Feng Chen smiled and said, "My son told me just now that you have a good figure and wants to marry you and have a son."

"Fuck!"

Feng Lin couldn't help it anymore and shouted into the phone, "What are you talking about?"

Xing Nan stared at Feng Lin expressionlessly.

As expected, this person just looks honest.
Chapter completed!