C119 Withering Vine an Old Tree

Wilted vines, old trees.

Lu An had already arrived in front of the longsword. He turned around and looked at Chen Fan and the others with disdain in his eyes.

He muttered to himself, "When cultivating the Martial arts, you don't understand the principle of seeking riches from danger. I'm afraid that all of you will stop here in this life!"

Chen Fan shook his head