"Childe Chen, you ... You just killed the enemy again ..."
Ye Zhilan flew to Chen Xiaobei's side, her face full of shock.
&Quot; you're not bad yourself. You won the second round easily. &Quot; Chen Xiaobei smiled.
&Quot; I was just lucky to be matched with an opponent with a lower cultivation level, unlike you, who killed each other instantly with your own strength ... &Quot;
Ye Zhilan's eyes were filled with admiration. &Quot; you've really hidden yourself well. We thought that you were only a true Saint, who knew ... &Quot;
Before ye Zhilan could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by an extremely harsh voice.
"Chen, your death is coming!"
Tengen fengwu's mouth was wide open, and her face was as fat as a Toad's. She looked like she could swallow Chen Xiaobei whole.
At the same time, there was a cold-faced young man beside her.
He had eyes as cold as ice, and his entire person seemed to exude an extremely cold air.