The true demon race

The beautiful girls around them looked at each other.

A cute girl with purple hair and a curvaceous figure sniffed. Her nose seemed to be particularly sensitive. Suddenly, she sensed something. it's not weird. It doesn't have that kind of aura ...

The people around him heaved a sigh of relief.

A pretty, fluffy bunny girl said crisply, " but there's no cultivator's aura either. This chicken ... He doesn't cultivate his sea of consciousness or his inner world!"

The girls around them were chattering and were completely shocked.

Looking at the chicken, it was indeed a Red Pheasant raised by farmers near Yuzhou and wild on the mountains. It had never cultivated before, so how did it reach this stage?

The size of such a huge creature?

"Do you guys want to learn? I can teach you and make you as strong as I am." The little wild chicken said. It bulged its strong muscles and made a handsome pose.

They looked at the terrifying body of the giant meaty mountain.