Seeing Ning Qi remain silent.
The little chubby Zhuang Chen switched into chatterbox mode.
"Ning Qi, really, you should back down."
"Ning Qi, that wasn't all my strength just now."
"Ning Qi, why are you ignoring me?"
"Ning Qi, are you not too bright, sigh, if you won't step down, then I'll go easy on you."
When Zhuang Chen finally couldn't help but say this, everyone's expressions turned peculiar.
The Senior Brother of the Divine Sword Sect and the Divine Sword Old Man twitched at the corners of their mouths.
Taoist Longshan smiled faintly.
This little chubby is quite amusing.
Ning Qi glanced speechlessly at Zhuang Chen and finally spoke:
"If you keep talking, your master will beat you up."
Zhuang Chen looked back and saw the gradually darkening face of the Divine Sword Old Man, and couldn't help but sniff hard.
He reached back and drew the Profound Black Wooden Sword, and his whole demeanor began to change.
