Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

dared to speak up!Qin Xiaoshan was furious at this moment, one hand gently pressing on his waist. There was a switch there; as long as he pressed it, a soft sword could be drawn from his waist.Wait f.... The red mist that was rising from his body was actually being absorbed by Chen Ping.Qin Xiaolin was dumbfounded. He couldn't understand what kind of cultivation technique Chen Ping was practicing. H...