After the woman finished speaking, her eyes suddenly fell on one spot, and her blood-stained face became excited and ferocious.

"It's him... Jian Chenghuan, there he is!"

Ning Kejun looked over and saw a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow robe, holding a sword and retreating.

"Jian Chenghuan!"

The woman shouted sharply, holding the Fengming Sword, and was about to step forward.

"Master, please slow down...leave it to me."

I would rather you support the woman and said.

"Let's go."

Nangong Ling's body swayed and she ran straight towards Jian Chenghuan.

"I hate scumbags the most, especially this kind of scumbag with a bad heart and a ruthless heart."

Han Yifei's voice was cold and murderous.

"Sister Ning, take good care of Master. If you leave him to us, we will definitely take him down and let him do whatever we want."

Ye Ziyi said to Ning Kejun.

"good."

Ning Kejun nodded.

After they fought their way out, Murong Yue hesitated for a moment and then left in the air.

"Master, don't get excited..."

Ning Kejun comforts the woman.

"They will bring him here."

"Jian Chenghuan!"

The woman stared at Jian Chenghuan, her whole body trembling.
Chapter completed!