Yan feixun and yang Liuji glared at Lu Ming coldly before turning to leave.
"Miss Xie, brother Lu, you must be careful!"
Feng Wuji and Ling Yanchi were extremely worried.
"It's fine!"
Lu Ming smiled slightly, his expression relaxed.
Xie nianqing, on the other hand, was expressionless.
Buzzzzzz! Buzzzzzz!
At this moment, another sound of something breaking through the air could be heard.
"Qiu changkong is here!"
"And the strongest Dark Horse, Prince Huo Ling!"
Someone shouted.
Lu Ming looked up and saw a few figures flying down from the sky.
One of them was very young, about 21 or 22 years old. He wore a fiery red robe and had eyes like lightning. He had a powerful aura and his hands were behind his back.
This man must be young master Huo Ling.
The other person had a sword on his back. If he wasn't Qiu changkong, who else could he be?
Qiu changkong's eyes were filled with killing intent the moment he saw Lu Ming.