The martial Demon Lord (1)

The words were spoken.

Everyone was shocked.

Even the old ancestor who looked at Xia qingchen the most among them had a puzzled look in his eyes.

He knew that Xia qingchen was an expert beyond the world.

But why was it that he was the first one to obtain the ancient soul fruit while the others were unable to?

He was very puzzled about the reason.

"Young master Xia's words are always shocking," Xiahou Jie smiled.

He had threatened to cut off his arms or take his life.

Now, he had said such shocking words.

I, xiahoujie, despise the kind of people the most in my life. They are the Giants of words and dwarves of action. Xia houjie looked at Xia qingchen.

He was naturally referring to Xia qingchen.

"If you want me to look up to you, show me and prove that you're not lying." Xiahou Jie said.

He was clearly goading Xia qingchen.

Let him pick the first ancient soul fruit.

It had to be said.

He was calculating in every way.