C4089 Killing a Great Demon of Cultivating Qi

"Trump card?"

Hearing Young Master Huang's words, a sickly smile suddenly appeared on Ye Feng's pale face. It was especially strange in Young Master Huang's eyes.

"My trump card is much more than you can imagine."

As soon as he finished speaking, a few Pill appeared in Ye Feng's hand. There were green, red, and even purple ones.

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