Chapter 145: The Fake Table

bit his tongue, a drop of bright red blood flowed out, Chen Ping suddenly sprayed blood mist!The blood mist was quickly absorbed by Chen Ping's body.In an instant, Chen Ping's aura surged rapidly, and...hen let's just end it..."Chen Ping unexpectedly threw the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand, and dazzling golden light flashed around him. Golden scales covered his entire body!Ning Zhi was taken aback...