Chapter 145: The Fake Table

anating from Chen Ping's body, an endless stream that he couldn't overcome no matter how hard he tried!"If you weren't Lin Tianhu's men, you would all be corpses by now..."Chen Ping gave a slight shov...s, it was a top-grade spirit sword!"Uncle, is this guy dead"At this time, Shi Yan walked over, looked at Chen Ping in the deep pit, and asked Jue Yuan.“Of course he’s dead, no one could have survived...