C131 Battle-king Tianlong

"Senior-apprentice Brother Feng, you're a bit slow. I've been waiting for you for many days!" Chen Fan was still seated cross-legged, sizing up Feng Quan and the other two. He had a faint smile on his face as he spoke.

At this moment, Feng Quan and the other three were in an extremely sorry state. Their originally neat and tidy daoist robes had become tattered and stained with blood