"Fatty, what are you in a hurry?" Ling Luoyu curled his lips indifferently: "The old man is not in a hurry yet, he didn't move..."

"No, Third Young Master, this guy... I really can't stand it! I have really seen shameless people... but I have never seen anyone shameless than me!"

Feng Chenglin was also anxious, and even brought him in.

"If I don't kill him, I really won't have the face and name Feng..."

"Fatty!" Ling Luoyu's fingertips gently pressed onto Feng Chenglin's back: "It doesn't matter what the person named Zhao says, what matters... is the old man in front of us, will you believe it!"

"Do you still believe it?" Feng Chenglin sipped, and reluctantly suppressed the fire: "Look at his eyes, if you want to believe it or not, ghosts don't believe it..."

"That's because he wants to believe..." Ling Luoyu pressed his lips to Zhao Sheng, "Old man, let's not say anything else. If you are willing to believe him, I have nothing to say, but you have to think about it. Now... you are alone, we are two, and... you can live in Zhao Sheng, you can attack him, but when facing us... it may be that we caught you and attacked you!"

"Yes, if you want to listen to this guy, be used by him to play a murder with a borrowed knife... we will be fine!"

Feng Chenglin opened his hands and hooked his fingers provocatively.

"Come on! I can meet you first..."

Ling Luoyu pressed his hand again: "Fatty, I believe it's one thing, it's another thing to judge the situation... but it's another thing! Old man, you don't need to estimate there... based on your cultivation level and the fierceness in your hands. Bing, you can indeed play against my brother, but don't forget...and me! If I shoot...what will happen to you, but think about it! Because if we both fight, then It's an endless result..."

Zhao's eyes wandered on both sides.

Seeing that Ling Luoyu was about to flick the old shopkeeper, he quickly yelled: "You... don't listen to them scaring you... Both of them are silver-like pewter spearheads, which are not useful..."

"It doesn't look good. Didn't it hurt you?" Feng Chenglin slapped him abruptly, and the animal-like power violently slapped Zhao Sheng's face.

"Snapped!"

The blood flew with his teeth.

Zhao Sheng was choked by a mouthful of blood in his mouth and coughed violently.

Feng Chenglin waved his hand in satisfaction. The old treasurer who was almost demonstrating: "Is it a silver-like pewter spear tip, you will know if you try it?"

The old shopkeeper slowly turned his head, and squinted at Zhao Sheng, whose eyes were drawn and staring at Venus: "So...you are not in the same group?"

"Of course not..." Feng Chenglin denied it.

"Isn't it right..." Ling Luoyu had another statement.

Feng Chenglin's eyes widened suddenly: "Three young masters?"

What are you doing?

Having said so many things, isn't the purpose to show that Zhao Sheng is a **** thing, isn't he with them?

How come there is "it's not too bad?"

What do you mean, Zhao Sheng is one of them?

"Old man, if you can believe what we said, then I'll tell you...This guy is our captive and got it down from the puppet hill over there..."

"Puppet Mountain? Laoshan!" The old shopkeeper suddenly thought of something, and suddenly looked at Zhao Sheng, his pupils shrinking: "I remember...you are on Puppet Mountain!"