"Zhang Shihao, fifteen million, are you willing for me to help you eliminate the roots?"

Chen Feng said softly.

"Of course I do."

Zhang Shihao nodded fiercely. Enemies that can be solved with money are not troublesome.

After nodding, Chen Feng disappeared quickly, and after a moment, he finally caught up with Tubao.

The demon monk didn't notice Chen Feng behind him. He got out of the dirt bag and looked back. He didn't see Chen Feng, and he felt relieved.

"Damn Chinese boy, the poisonous snake I cultivated with great difficulty will definitely kill your whole family when I recover."

"You don't have this chance."

The demon monk's hair stood on end and he looked at Chen Feng who was chasing him in disbelief.

A flash of cold light flashed, and blood splattered everywhere.

On the other side, Pan Gang fled in a hurry and had no secret method to escape. He was quickly caught up by Chen Feng and his head was harvested.

Ten minutes later, Chen Feng handed two heads to Zhang Shihao.

Zhang Shihao looked at Chen Feng with awe in his eyes, and he was convinced of Chen Feng's methods.

"The future life is to be feared."

Huijing looked emotional.

"Mr. Chen, this is a check for fifteen million."

Zhang Shihao respectfully handed over a check.

Chen Feng nodded and put the check away.

At this moment, his phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar phone number, and Chen Feng pressed the answer button.

"Chen Feng?"

On the other end of the phone was an indifferent voice.

"I am."

"This afternoon, the Martial Arts Alliance, also known as the Martial Arts Alliance, is here to register the battle information between you and the elders of the Sword Emperor Sect. It needs to be tested for your cultivation level."
Chapter completed!