Chen Yang said: "Three...two..."

"Okay!" The white-haired young man finally agreed.

Chen Yang sneered.

The change of things once again made Chen Miaojia and Tong Jiawen feel full of drama.

Chen Yang said again: "Throw the sword to me."

"Okay!" The white-haired young man suddenly got lucky, and the cold long sword shot towards Chen Yang like a bolt of lightning.

The white-haired young man did not move rashly. He stared at Chen Yang carefully.

Chen Yang held the gun in his left hand, stretched out his right hand, and directly grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand. The whole process was rapid and thunderous, and Chen Yang's eyes were always fixed on the white-haired young man. The white-haired young man sighed secretly in his heart, because just now

, Chen Yang didn’t show any flaws at all.

"I hope your cleverness ends here!" Chen Yang said coldly: "If you dare to test me like this again, I won't mind making a bloody hole in your head. I won't say the same thing a second time.
Chapter completed!