"Haha, why are you still separated?"

Tang Luo smiled and poured tea for Zuo Qianqiu.

"After I leave, nothing is going on?"

"No, the Blood Prison Pavilion urged Liu Zong to temporarily be suppressed by him."

Zuo Qianqiu replied.

"Where is Liu Zong?"

Tang Luo took a sip of tea and asked.

"We're separated, he's going to have something to do today."

Zuo Qianqiu relaxed a little and hesitated for a while.

"Loco, you seem to be... stronger?"

This was his intuition. Even though Tang Luo did not show the aura of ancient martial arts, he still felt that Tang Luo seemed to be stronger.

"Haha, it's transformed."

Tang Luo smiled, and did not hide it from Zuo Qianqiu.

"When you tell Liu Zong that there is no need to suppress it, you can send another killer to the Blood Prison Pavilion."

"Has it transformed?"

When Zuo Qianqiu, who was holding the cup, heard Tang Luo's words, his hand shook and the tea spilled out.

He stared at Tang Luo with wide eyes, and felt very uneasy.

Before Tang Luo went to Myanmar, it was the peak of the late stage of the Ancient Power? In a short time, he crossed the Ancient Power Great Perfection and entered the Aviation Power?

What speed is this?!

"Haha, don't be excited, it's just a transformation."

Tang Luo chuckled, still feeling a little proud.

"I have gained something in Myanmar, so I have transformed my energy..."

“…”

Zuo Qianqiu still couldn't believe what kind of gain he had to cross two small realms in just a short time and step into the magic power!

With this speed, it is unique in the ancient martial arts world!

Too scary!

"Old Zuo, aren't you going to transform your strength? Why haven't you stepped into the transformation of strength yet?"
Chapter completed!