The son of the field of searching for the famous scholars was more and more sad and angry when facing the struggle between the two sides of the ignorant side.

"You guys, don't even think about success!"

The son of the field-collecting field suddenly laughed, "Billions of wind disasters, add to me!"

A gust of wind rose from the ground, covering the whole body of the Fengcai son and drilled into the surrounding pores.

This is not ordinary green wind, it appears as blue as a sky, as if it is drawn with strokes.

"not good!"

When Wuming and the son of a famous scholar met him, he was like seeing a ghost, quickly retreating.

"Fengjie, it turns out to be Fengjie!"

Wuming was not shocked, but he was not shocked. The key is how could he launch a storm?

The wind disaster is a great disaster in the world, and all those who practice are frightened by the wind and wind.
Chapter completed!