Chen Wei smiled coldly.

A middle-aged monk from the first level of the God-Sculpture Realm next to him suddenly reached out and grabbed him down.

In the air, a magic palm suddenly appeared and roared.

A bloody fog flashed by.

Bang!

The palm of his mana was shattered immediately.

This made the six strong men of the Shen family stunned at the same time.

I saw a beautiful woman in a golden robe holding a blood-red sword in Changjia Square, looking coldly in the sky.

"You girl is so pretty, where did you come out? It depends on what you use, it is not the Chang family's sword technique!"

Chen Wei's eyes fell on Su Wanyi with a burning look, and he looked up and down, and a hint of greed suddenly appeared in his eyes.

This little girl is beautiful and has extraordinary skills. The long sword in her hand is of a very high quality.

He wants to get the sword.
Chapter completed!