Two Thousand Three Hundred and Eleven

The Asura family has a very interesting feature.

The more noble the blood of this family, the better-looking the face and the higher the status, both men and women.

If you see an Asura clan, its appearance is ugly, needless to say, its strength and talent are probably average.

This is a race that looks at the face, and one face can tell the status, strength and strength.

The young Asura warrior who appeared in front of Xiao Chen was quite handsome, with a single horn on his head, snow-colored white hair, and a pair of blood-jade spar-like eyes.

"What is it?"

Xiao Chen turned around and asked lightly.

The Asura warrior calmed down and said: "Under Luo Yun, I come from the Luo family, one of the four great royal families of Asura, and I would bother you because I want to get acquainted. This dark boat was built by my Luo family. of."

Under the cloak, Xiao Chen frowned. Judging from this person's appearance and the many warriors behind him, it seemed to be true.

"My surname is Xiao, Mr. Luo Zhi is being polite."

Seeing that Xiao Chen was not angry, Luo Zhiyun was overjoyed and said: "Senior, follow me, this is not a place to talk."

Following the opponent, the one who came to Mingzhou knew that the opponent was still a long way from this bloody battlefield.

Seeing the rising of the blood moon and the passing of the agreed period, Xiao Chen shook his head and set foot on the last bloody battlefield alone.

Since the person has not arrived, there is no need to wait.

It's just that he couldn't notice that there was a place in the rear that he just couldn't detect with his spiritual sense. A figure was on the top of the mountain, slowly putting away the bow in his hand, the arrow glowing with cold light, under the light of the blood moon, it was shocking to look at.

No one knows what will happen if the arrow is shot, but in the end the owner of the bow and arrow still did not choose to shoot.