C201 The wind dye zither died miserably

Yin Xu faced off against Feng Ran, and was shocked in his heart. How could this woman's cultivation increase so quickly in these past few years? Yin Xu was currently at the middle of the eighth stage, but Feng Mingqin was already at the ninth stage.

An evil smile appeared on the corners of Feng Ran's mouth as he slapped a palm towards Yin Xu