Chapter 019 The four major concentration realms block the road, Murong’s ancestors and grandsons

Style: Fantasy Author: The king eats elbowWords: 573Update Time: 24/01/10 11:21:27
"My master said that if you stew a dragon, you will definitely stew a dragon. Why do you need to question my master?"

Hearing other people's mutterings, Lin Fan immediately retorted angrily!

You can question him, but you can never question his master!

"Yes! No one can question my master's words!" Ye Qingcheng also looked at the person who questioned him, his face as cold as frost!

She is serious about protecting Master!

The casual cultivator did not expect that his words would cause dissatisfaction among others, so he immediately shrank his head and did not dare to speak!

Seeing this, Lin Fan and Ye Qingcheng didn't have much to say, so they coldly withdrew their gaze and stood obediently beside Chen Xuan again!

It made Chen Xuan think that if he didn't catch a dragon to stew meat, he would be sorry for their filial piety! !

But before he could say anything more, Chen Xuan felt the appearance of the third apprentice!

He turned his head slightly and glanced in the direction of the third disciple, and immediately ordered the two people around him: "Lin Fan, Qingcheng! It's still some time before the secret realm opens. You two should stay where you are and don't move around! I'm my master. Leave for a while!”

"yes!"

"Congratulations, Master!"

The two of them quickly hugged each other and said goodbye!

Chen Xuan nodded, took a step, and disappeared in an instant!

When the boy who was muttering just now saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank and he was shocked!

Good guy, the secret realm of rules is open, and as expected, strong people are everywhere!

I thought he was a low-ranking small sect, but I didn’t expect him to be a strong one too! !

Fortunately, he gave up quickly just now, otherwise I don’t know how he died!

Thinking of this, the monk immediately stood further away dejectedly! !



The secret realm of rules is a hundred miles away!

An entrance to a rolling mountain range!

Standing there was a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old!

Murong Yingluo