C295 What a Bad Memory

Although Jiaang Fengyu was shocked, he was still a Grand Martial Master Expert. Gritting his teeth, his eyes revealed a trace of ruthlessness. He didn't put up any defense, and once again used his Golden Light Martial Skill in disbelief. He drew two golden lines in the air and rushed towards Leng Feng's eyes.

"You really don't have a good memory!"

Leng Feng sneered