Kapitel 142: We Are Also Freshmen

Luo Yue held the long sword that was as thin as cicada's wings as she stared coldly at Kong Haotian and the others.

"Rank 4 warrior!?" At this moment, a guy covered his eyes with source strength and could clearly see the long sword covered with light green source strength.

He was shocked to see this.

"Hng, so what?" Kong Haotian was slightly afraid at this moment but still gritted his teeth and said.

She was a rank 4 warrior, after all, and the gap between and a rank 3 warrior and a rank 4 warrior could be said to be poles apart.

"But she's hurt." One man noticed that Luo Yue's shoulder pads had been split in half and there were traces of medicinal powder.

"Oh?" Hearing the man's words, Kong Haotian raised his brows.

From the first time he saw Luo Yue, he felt an itch in his heart, he had never seen such a beautiful woman with such disposition.