boom!!!

Knife down.

The entire training room was in a state of shock.

Fortunately, Su Zhan did not choose a training room in the school this time, but went to the warrior hall to open a high-end one... in order to prevent too much noise.

But even so, Feng Lao from the outside world also felt it.

But this is a martial arts hall, and martial arts masters and generals are often seen here, so it is not unusual to make such a noise.

I saw the numbers on the wall jumping crazily.

Soon, the results came out.

Power: 99.48 tons!

Infinitely close to the 100-ton standard for junior generals!

"Basic blood, nine fires, three jade, crazy blood, thunder hidden."

"Everyone gathers at one point."

"Take out the corpse of the martial artist... and prepare for a good harvest!"
Chapter completed!