Chen Han wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took out a few eye-catching top-grade panacea and stuffed them into his mouth, and said with a sneer: "I said to rest for two hours before breaking the formation, it seems that you have an opinion?"
"I...I have no objection..."
Leng Xi, who was still extremely arrogant more than ten seconds ago, cried and mourned as if her mother died: "Why? Why are you targeting my Cold Spirit Palace?"
Shrugging his shoulders indifferently, Chen Han curled his lips and said, "Hanling Palace? My goal is Xianyao Sect, the bastard who teaches Cang Yun in Xianyao Sect. ."
"Cang Yun!"
Even though he knew that this matter was his own fault, he still couldn't help pouring out his anger on Cang Yun, Leng Xi sternly shouted: "Bring that bastard Cang Yun over and hand it over to Fellow Daoist Chen Han, are you satisfied with that? ?"
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