C126 -127 I'll Give You 10 Minutes

Fu Zhanglin couldn't help but laugh, "If that's the case, then my old man won't be polite!" A strong cyclone spun in Fu Zhanglin's hand, forming a huge vortex.

Canhan swung the Bitter Silk Thorns horizontally, and uneven thorns that looked like thorns emerged from the inside. They were like thorns, and blood started to flow out from where Canhan held the sword