It's so hard to hold back my laughter.

"Go, go, go, what are you all doing here!" Teng Mingyuan turned his head and glared at the two of them. However, from Ling Chuxi's perspective, he was clearly trying to hide the smile on his face.

As soon as he turned around, Teng Mingyuan pretended to be covered in black gas again and patted the wall lightly. A big hole appeared on the wall, and bushide was finally freed.

"A slip of the hand, a slip of the hand." Trying to hide his embarrassment, keshide patted the dust off his body and said with the air of a master.

Seeing that qushi de's hair was disheveled and his face was covered in dirt, yet he was still pretending to be a great master, Teng Yu and the others wanted to laugh again. However, when they saw the stern look that Teng Mingyuan shot at them, they managed to suppress their laughter with great difficulty.

"Grandmaster Huang, I wonder which of our spirit weapons is stronger?" Ling Chuxi asked qushi de with a smile.