Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

ity.Chen Ping reached out his hand, as if he had touched the tomb and the barrier of the formation. As long as Chen Ping passed through here, he would enter the tomb.Now, Chen Ping was covered in woun...m, those who had previously claimed that Chen Ping was no match for Feng Wuheng now wore expressions of embarrassment.Especially Fengjingyan, seeing her apprentice slapped, only she knew the taste of...