Jiang Ting is sitting in front of the grocery store, looking at Feng Jue. He feels a little cold. Feng Jue is an old monster who cares about his family. He is really keen to observe.
But think about it Rules, rules, and rules. Is it easy for an Neng? He Jiangting, the real cultivation is just a rule state.
At this moment, if he and fengjue fight, who will win It's hard to know.
Feng Jue's only mistake is that his injury can't be recovered because of the rules, but the rules in his body are not the rules that hinder his recovery, but the rules that are changing.
Feng Jue chuckled: "nothing to say?"
"When you have finished talking, what else can Jiang say?"
Voice down, Jiang Ting chuckled: "Jiang Mou does not like intrigue, you say a lot, how? It's just what you think at the moment, and even you can't be sure whether it's true or not. If not, you're not sitting, you're moving. "
"Kaka kaka..." Feng Jue clenched his fist in an instant, and a evil spirit spread.
Jiang Ting took out Liuyun again and sneered: "do you want to do it? Jiang Mou just wants to have a look, you this attend to the family too superior elder, strength geometry
Both of them are hands-on, but they are still sitting on the chair.
About half a breath later.
Feng Jue let go of his fist and put it on his knee with a smile: "you don't have to try. I'm not sure what's wrong with your body, but Your injury is difficult to heal, only Fan Li Jiang Ting must have no evidence to tell, so he gave up his words and used his strength to distinguish.