"Are you okay?" Zhao Fang asked.

"It's okay, fortunately, Mr. Liuyun was prepared for a long time. Only when we set up magic circles around us can we rely on magic circles to stick to it. Otherwise, there will be more misfortunes!"

Lu Tuodao.

Zhao Fang looked at Tuoba Liuyun, and Tuoba Liuyun smiled embarrassedly.

"This time, the Thirteenth Brother has made great contributions. Let's record it for now. I will give Thirteenth Brother a good thing."

"Okay!" Tuoba Liuyun smiled and greeted Tuoba Guanfeng and Tuoba Guanchao at the same time.

After a simple greeting.

Tuoba Guanfeng then noticed Chu Renxiong.

"This is……"

"Native?" Zhang Lingmei looked surprised.

Although the natives, like humans, cultivate divine power and understand the sea of ​​divine power.

But the aura of indigenous and human beings is too polarized and easy to identify.

Tuoba Guanfeng and Zhang Lingmei are fine.

Half of the nearly 600 people under Tuoba Guanfeng's men changed their expressions and stared at Chu Renxiong with hatred.

Among them, many of them had fellow disciples and friends who died at the hands of the natives.

Their hatred towards the natives is even more serious than that of the blood cultivator!

As the chief of the tribe, Chu Renxiong was only respectful to Zhao Fang in Zhao Fang's team.

Others don't take it seriously at all.

What's more, these people are now.

He stared at them coldly, his face cold.

"Chu Renxiong!"

Zhao Fang frowned.

Chu Renxiong quickly lowered his head, looking respectful.

This way, many people who were hostile to him were stunned.

"Ninth brother, what's going on?" Tuoba Guanfeng asked curiously.

The eyes of the others on the field also looked at Zhao Fang, with deep curiosity in their eyes.
Chapter completed!