With a dragon roar, Zhao Yun returned to his human form and stood beside Lin Zhe, saying respectfully: "Lord."

"Brother Yun, thank you for your hard work. Leave it to me here, you can prepare for the next step! But that place is more dangerous than the Zen temple home, so you must be more careful!" Lin Zhe gave Zhao Yun two bottles of potions to restore the heroic soul energy in the teardrop space.

Zhao Yun took the potion and bowed respectfully: "As for the order."

Summoned the little white dragon, Zhao Yun turned over and ran towards the distance.

The head of the Zen Temple family who had just finished fighting the A-level battle was about to go to the second battlefield again.

Lin Zhe did not remove the Liuyun Gun, and continued to look at Zhipiren, the Zen Temple in a condescending manner, and asked with a smile: "Head of the Zen Temple, I wonder if you have ever heard of the chosen one?"

"Are you the chosen one?"

Recently, the chosen one who can predict the future has caused a lot of controversy. How could the Zen Temple Zhibi, the head of the Zen Temple family, not know?

"That person was the spell you controlled just now?"

Lin Zhe nodded.

"Will the strength of the special-level spell spirit be driven by you just an ordinary person?" The Zhibi people in the Zen Temple felt Zhao Yun's breath go away, and they shot out the Liuyun gun and turned over.

The Zen Temple wiped the blood from the corner of its mouth and looked straight at Lin Zhe: "It's still time for you to call your spell back now!"

"Don't cue, Brother Yun is very busy!"

As Lin Zhe spoke, with a "huh", a raging flame burned all over his body, turning into a hundred ghosts with three heads and six arms, and his appearance was very shocking!

The Zen Temple was shocked, why would you all transform into one or two of you?
Chapter completed!