C126 The Price of a Foul Mouth

Lin Feng's eyes were blood-red, and he was furious. He stared at the Bone Refining Stage Martial Cultivator. This man had severely stepped on his dignity, and it gave him the urge to charge forward and cut him into a thousand pieces. Unfortunately, he was being suppressed, and he couldn't do anything about it.

At the same time, he was also very depressed. If Wu Qingmei did not hold him tightly