Chapter 145: The Fake Table

eng Wu Dao. Even from a distance of a hundred meters, Leng Wu Dao could feel the terrifying aura emanating from Chen Ping's hand holding the Divine King Bow!"Mr. Chen, what exactly is that bow and arr... must be a spirit or a ghost. But how could such a spirit hide within an array"What are you How did you end up hiding within the formation"Chen Ping asked the spirit monster!"Little cultivator, you da...