Chapter 145: The Fake Table

Martial Saint artifact in your hand, you were completely suppressed by Chen Ping's aura. It seems that your cultivation will not improve much..."Ning Zhi's soul within, uttered with a hint of disappo..."Damn, what are they bullsh*tting about I haven't heard of anyone coughing after drinking..."re still filled with anger when he saw Chen Ping!"Brother Jiang, I didn't expect to see you again so soon."Hong Qianji stepped forward and greeted Jiang Wei with a nod. Then he turned to Chen Ping and...