At this time, when hearing Xue Haoran's words, many Mu family members who knew about this matter also turned cold, including Linghu Fangning.

Ning Weiwei looked at Mu Fengluan with a cold face, and then sneered in her eyes, and then persuaded: "Fengluan, you see that Brother Haoran is still thinking about you now, you should listen to him and go back. After all, with your peak ancient saint cultivation level, you will definitely die if you go to the battlefield of the Three Realms. If you really die, Brother Haoran and I will be sad."

"Which idiot said that the Ancient Saint Peak went to the Three Realms battlefield and must have died?" At this moment, a faint voice suddenly sounded, and then a black-robed figure slowly walked in and looked at Ning Weiwei.

"Xiao Chen!" After seeing the black robe, Mu Fengluan showed surprise on her face.

"Xiao Chen!" Mu Longtian looked at Xiao Chen with a gloomy look.

"Xiao Chen, where are you? Why can't you find me these days?" Linghu Fangning breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Xiao Chen.

"Who are you? How can you interrupt here?" Ning Weiwei looked at Xiao Chen. When she found that Xiao Chen was only at the peak of the ancient saint, she didn't care much and said coldly.

"Just that you idiot just said, the ancient saint peak will definitely die if you go to the battlefield of the Three Realms." Xiao Chen looked at Ning Weiwei and said lightly.

"Rareless, where did the ignorant junior come from? How dare you talk to me like this?" Ning Weiwei's face turned cold.

"Xiao Chen, don't be rude, these two are..." At this moment, Mu Longtian scolded coldly.

"I said, if I am there, you'd better not talk, otherwise you'll beat me up." Xiao Chen suddenly looked at Mu Longtian, then moved his body and appeared in front of Mu Longtian, and slapped him directly.

The moment Mu Longtian flew out, Xiao Chen had returned to his original place, as if nothing had happened, and Mu Fengluan and Linghu Fangning were both staring at all, unable to react.

"You just said that the Ancient Saint Peak went to the Three Realms battlefield to die, and my sister-in-law and I are both the Ancient Saint Peak. Can I think you are cursing us to die?"

Xiao Chen looked at Ning Weiwei and said lightly: "We have no grudges and no grudges with you, but you want to curse us to die. What's your heart? Immediately apologize to me and my sister-in-law, otherwise I will say a few words and curse you."

"Ha?" Everyone looked at Xiao Chen in shock when they heard Xiao Chen's words.

After a while, Ning Weiwei giggled and said, "So it's a disciple of the Mu family. Are you trying to speak up for Mu Fengluan? But what I'm talking about is the fact. With your peak cultivation level of the ancient saint, you go to the battlefield of the Three Realms to die. Why do we apologize?"

"Fengluan, too. Come on, come here. Why do you still have to bring your juniors in the Mu family and let him be buried with you?" Xue Haoran shook his head and said.

"I..." Mu Fengluan was choked directly.

"You have given you a chance. Since you don't apologize, I'll say a few words, one is the eighth level of the Ancestral Saint and the other is the seventh level of the Ancestral Saint. You are too weak. You go to the battlefield of the Three Realms to die. Why not go and stay here to rest."

Xiao Chen said lightly, and as he finished speaking, a figure filled with extinct thunder flame suddenly appeared beside him, and then he punched two punches directly on the faces of Ning Weiwei and Xue Haoran.

"What?"
Chapter completed!