If Feng Luo is like this, then if he is a waste, are there any geniuses in this world?
Hearing this scream, Luo Qingfeng frowned.
Everyone immediately stopped their voices and did not dare to say anything. They could not help but murmur in their hearts.
If Feng Luo was a waste, what would they be like?
It seems that they are still too young.
Any genius is bullshit.
Therefore, they still have to learn from Feng Luo and learn to face it calmly.
Yes, yes, that's it.
They walked to a house with a closed door, and several people stopped at the same time.
Raising her eyebrows and looking in front of her, Luo Qingfeng asked lightly, "This is it."
Several people nodded at the same time, yes, this is it.
Looking coldly at the closed door, Luo Qingfeng walked over.
He walked to the door and kicked out.
The spiritual power swept across and hit the door. The closed door was immediately knocked open.
Several people stood behind, and when they saw her actions, a drop of cold sweat rolled down their foreheads.
Sure enough, it's straightforward enough.
With a slight cough, they followed him expressionlessly, walking behind Luo Qingfeng like seven loyal guards.
A "bang" sound spread, immediately disturbing everyone in the house
A tall figure strode over, and when he saw the person walking in, he frowned.
"Who are you" to dare to break into his place?
"That's him." Luo Qingfeng turned around and glanced at Yan Heng and the others.
Several people shook their heads at the same time. It was not this person, but another one.
The figure hurriedly walked over. When he saw Yan Heng and the others, his eyes lit up, and then he laughed disdainfully.
"Master, I know them. They are just yellow-haired boys who don't know how to live or die." They actually dare to come to the door and seek death.
The master of the Lan Clan looked over and stared at the man, his brows showing displeasure.
"It's you who caused trouble again." He always goes out and causes trouble. Lanmen is not very big and can't stand him pushing him out casually like this.
If they hit the iron plate, they will have no choice but to die and there will be no way for them to turn around.
"Don't worry, Sect Master. I, Feng Mang, promise that these people do not pose any threat. They are still gifts from me to the Sect Master." Feng Mang spoke confidently.
It was because of their talents that we attracted them here.
Who knows how dare these gangsters come to our door? Where will they escape this time?
They are really naive. It is a huge irony that just a few of them want to establish an influence.
But who is this girl I haven’t seen yesterday?
The master of Lanmen looked at Yan Heng and the others, glanced between them, and nodded thoughtfully.
If these people are not a threat, they will indeed be a huge gift to Lanmen.
"Fuck you, uncle, who is the gift?" Yan Heng looked at them and couldn't help but curse.
Just treat them as gifts
Who is a gift? Who is a fucking gift?
"You have quite a bad temper, and it seems that you still need to temper yourself." The leader of the Lan Clan shook his head.
As impulsive as they are, even if they enter Lanmen, they still need to sharpen their claws, otherwise they will easily offend others.
"Feng Luo, tell me, should we take action?" Sang Jing's eyes burned with anger.
What's the meaning
Don't think that because there are so many of them, you will be afraid of them
Now that they're here, they don't plan to let it go.
"Feng Luo, just say something and we will rush forward." Who cares who he is?
Feng Luo
The head of the Lan Clan moved his eyes and landed on Luo Qingfeng.
Feng Luo, I seem to have heard this name somewhere.