"It's really time for the two to appear."

Lin Yun said coldly, sarcastically.

"Stop talking, get out of here, Chen, we are not really angry yet, so as not to insult ourselves."

But the two of them didn't care at all, looked at Lin Yun and laughed coldly.

In his opinion, Lin Yun's battle like this was a lot of money after all. He was afraid that he would suffer a lot of internal injuries when he fought with Yang Xiong so fiercely. The two of them were waiting for their work, but they were sure of him.

"I want to know how you can wait and let me humiliate myself!"

Lin Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the two of them with a smile, with a slight fear.

Lu Zhan and Qi Wenxiong looked at each other, smiled on their faces, and said lightly: "Do you really think that as you saw before, even Yang Xiong can't stop her palm?"

"I don't know if I can't block his palm, but I'm sure I can't block my sword!"

Lin Yun curled up the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand and firmly held the Burial Flower Sword popping out of the box with his left hand.
Chapter completed!