Fatty Wang had only been in the camp for half a year, and his cultivation level at the third level of the Dao Palace was at the bottom among this group of people.

Even if someone made fun of him, he would not dare to say anything.

On Dragon Island, strength is everything.

"Among our group, the one I admire the most is Shura. Last year, I beat up all my mentors. Are you still afraid of this bullshit telepathy teacher?"

"Shura, we support you this time. Close the Hongqiao Formation and see how that kid gets in."

All eyes around him were focused on a stern young man.

His long and narrow eyes held a heart-stopping cold light.

Especially at the corner of his eye, there was a two-inch long scar, like a small insect, which squirmed as his eyelids undulated, making it look very ferocious.

Shura, the biggest thorn in the Black Dragon Camp.

How could a guy who dared to beat up his mentor take Qin Mo seriously?

"coming."

Shura narrowed his eyes slightly and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Across the sea of ​​fire.
Chapter completed!