Ling Luoyu didn't take it seriously: "Didn't you get a lot of gold and silver jewelry from Prince Luming? Just wait for a while and pay them!"

Feng Chenglin is a little bit painful: "I got it by my ability..."

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "Didn't you demolish other people's teahouse by your skills?"

Feng Chenglin: ...it seems, too! !

That's how it is said, but since those gold and silver jewels are in their own hands, they are their own.

Now it is somewhat unwilling to hold it out with both hands for nothing and give it to others.

Right now, while fighting back, he muttered in a low voice: "I knew this, I had to ask for a little more at the time, and all these losses should be converted into it!"

Ling Luoyu smiled with her eyes: "Don't worry, when the two of us have finished the fight, we will separate the winners and losers. Luming sees your strength, and will definitely buy you with a lot of money. At that time, you will speak to the lion. It's never too late!"

Feng Chenglin immediately opened his eyes and smiled, and he was in a good mood: "That's a good thing. What will happen at that time, and the price is not what I said?!"

This battle with Ling Luoyu was the result of their two discussions.

Because they knew so well, Lu Ming wouldn't believe them so easily, but he wouldn't let them use these two weapons for nothing.

In other words, if they are Lu Ming, the best choice at this time is to reuse one of them.

As a result, the two of them couldn't make up the game.

If things go on like this, you will lose heart.

In this way, it can be safely used by Lu Ming.

Therefore, they cooperated with Lu Ming and acted in such a scene of "turning against each other's eyes".

As for why the teahouse was destroyed, it was entirely because of the need of the plot.

Only by making things as big as possible and making everyone aware of it, will Lu Ming believe it more.

Now it seems that things are almost done.

The two winked at each other, and Feng Chenglin suddenly exerted force, the beast-like power exploded, and the whirlwind condensed into a mass, and slammed into the soul blade fiercely.

The soul blade flew upside down and flew back to Ling Luoyu's hand.

Gravity attacked, and Ling Luoyu was smashed away.

When he spins to the ground, a bloodshot pours out from the corner of his mouth.

Dingmiao was a little confused: "...These two guys, aren't they really turning their faces? Why are they seeing blood?"

Ling Luo raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked down, glanced at the blood on his hand, coldly raised his head, staring at Feng Chenglin.

"Fatty man, you are really good now, even I can beat blood."

Feng Chenglin was completely irritated and utterly depressed: "It is really not easy to get your praise from the three young masters. For so many years, I have been under your brilliance. The world only knows that there are You Ling Luoyu don't even know the existence of my Fengchenglin!"

He patted his chest heavily, with a spirited look.

"Now, can I also do this battle... how do you say that?"

He winked, seemed to think hard, and then he smiled.

"Yes, I became famous in World War I! Now, I can be regarded as famous in World War I, right?!"

Ling Luoyu Danshui glanced at your surrounding eyeliner without a trace: "Don't think that you are now appreciated by Lu Ming, he is just trying to use you!"

"Aren't you using me?" Feng Chenglin smiled disdainfully: "For you, isn't I just being used?"