"You win!"

"Isn't it okay if I admit defeat?"

"Miao Chong, save me!"

In an instant.

A figure fell, and Miao Chong landed next to Zhao Yitian. He stared at Long Fei with cold eyes, and his heart was filled with shock, "What a boy!"

"The general did not misjudge the person."

Others didn't know it, but he knew very well that Long Fei was now "out of ammunition and food" and Zhao Yitian could easily defeat him.

But Long Fei could be so calm and calm.

"This son will definitely become a great weapon in the future!" Miao Chong was secretly happy and guarded Zhao Yitian, saying: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will be rude to him if he dares to come up."

No matter how.

Even if Long Fei still has strength, Zhao Yitian cannot die.

At least you can't die now!

Long Fei glanced at Miao Chong and said with fierce contempt: "Can't win? Damn it, trash is trash!"

Zhao Yitian didn't have any temper at all.

One person fighting a thousand people, this is not a human at all, but a monster!

Turn around.

Long Fei looked in the direction of Yi Yourong and said, "Young Sect Master, I win."

The meaning behind his words was simple.
Chapter completed!