C425 Great Eagle Young Master

The Ghost Eagles swooped down quickly and fiercely. Their iron-like sharp beaks were like curved iron hooks as they fiercely pecked towards Lu Changfeng's forehead.

This peck of the Ghost Eagles was like a heavy weight. If Lu Changfeng were to be pawed by it, his head would definitely blossom!

Lu Changfeng was in a hurry to meet Chen Ruo Han