Su Chen slowly stood up from the bench.

"No...no, you, don't come over!"

Qing Yunlai turned pale with fright. When he backed up, he stumbled and fell down.

The whole person was rolling and crawling on the ground, trying to escape.

"Since the time has come and no one has come to save you, I can only send you to see the Lord of Hell."

Su Chen's eyes were cold, and he walked slowly towards Qingyun.

"no no……"

Qing Yunlai's face showed unprecedented fear and he lost his voice.

Almost at this critical moment, a black shadow appeared outside Feixian Pavilion.

Extremely fast,

It's roaring closer.

"etc!"

An anxious voice came from far away.

Everyone looked up and immediately saw an old man in green robes, coming through the air at a very fast speed.

"Is this Master Qingzhu Alchemy?"

"Oh my God, even Master Qingzhu Alchemy was alarmed."

"This is the only fifth-grade alchemist in our city!"

"This kid is dead. Master Qingzhu Alchemy must be here to settle the score with him."

"Young Master Yun is the only grandson of Master Qingzhu Alchemy. If this young man collides with Young Master Yun, it is equivalent to colliding with Master Qingzhu Alchemy. He will definitely die!"

Everyone looked at Su Chen with a trace of pity and even gloating about his misfortune.

"Grandpa, you are finally here. Your grandson is going to be killed!"

When Qingyun came to see his grandfather, he felt confident.
Chapter completed!