Dead people!

The two disciples of the old man Beishan are dead!

Now, I am afraid even pouring all the water from Jiujiang River will not be able to wash away the anger of the old man from Beishan.

as expected.

At this moment, the face of Beishan Sword Master was as gloomy as water, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent, and it was even more roaring.

"You...you killed Feng Lan and Li Yao?"

The Beishan Sword Master roared with fire in his eyes.

However, Su Chen didn't even look at him, but looked at Su Yun calmly.

"It's the same thing I said just now."

"How do you want this man to die?"

"Fried? Or braised? Or steamed, boiled, grilled... it all works. As long as you can think of it, there's nothing I can't do."

Su Chen's calmness and confidence shocked Qingwazi.

He knew that this kind of aura and calmness could never be performed by ordinary people.

There is only one possibility for this, and that is that this person is really the supreme master of martial arts and really has the strength to suppress the Great Emperor.
Chapter completed!