Fan Jingfeng glanced at him and said, "There is no one else except him!"

"Isn't this kid hiding where Master Shang has gone?"

Li Dajiang couldn't help but say.

"It must be scared! I hid!"

"The master is a celestial being. When you meet a Buddha, you kill the Buddha, and when you meet a god, you kill the god!"

Huang Shi and Huang Ren had a lingering affair.

"Your Young Master Zhao was you deliberately insulted?"

The thief Guevara's eyes were filled with anger and his fighting spirit surged.

With his strength improved, he wanted to find a master to practice it.

"court death!"

Fan Jingfeng slapped out a light palm, but he hid the wind and thunder, swept towards the thunder like thunder.

"Good come!"

Just as the thief Guevara was about to exert her power with all her might, she suddenly felt a burst of pressure like a world-renowned world. His flesh and blood, his nerves, his consciousness, and even his soul were crushing at this moment.

He was like an empty shell, his soul was completely withdrawn.

This is the feeling of death...

"puff!"

The stole Guevara's body flew out like a kite, sprinkling a thread of blood.

He fell a few dozen meters away, motionless.

"A mere Tianze dares to fight with me? He thinks he is self-righteous."

Fan Jingfeng said lightly.

"Let's go find Shang Wenxing!"

The group left Jiuzhou Garden Villa.

About ten minutes later, Ye Chenfeng rushed back.

I understand everything in an instant.

"Steal Guevara?"

"Mr. Zhao... I'm fine, I'm still alive. I just used the method of pretending to die."

The thief Guevara is still alive.

"Fan Jingfeng, you are waiting!"
Chapter completed!