She Menglong shouted sharply.

Feng Yun laughed loudly. If it were a normal time, he would have ignored it at all, but now he has other plans, and he still needs to wait for the tomb door to open. "The Spirit Snake Cult is looking for death, which one of you is interested in fulfilling them?

Those who win, take credit! I want to die, not live!"

His face condensed and he said: "Feng Xue! Prepare pen and paper and start recording your merits!"

Feng Xue agreed and immediately took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Chen Xue waved her palm, and a table and a chair appeared. Feng Xue immediately sat down.

As soon as they heard about meritorious service in battle, Yan Beihan's side, Ling Kong and others were about to jump out, but Yan Beihan pressed his palms and looked horizontally, and no one dared to say a word.

Long Yikong and others wanted to go out to fight, but they couldn't get to the front.

Others were enthusiastic. After all, this was an opportunity to show their face in front of the middle and high-level young men in the church. Who wouldn’t want to seize it?

But everyone was shouting for battle, but no one's voice could be heard clearly.

Chen Yun's side, Bi Feng's side, and Feng Xing's side all started making noises at the same time.

"Brother, I want to make a contribution here!" Feng Xing shouted.

As soon as he saw an opportunity to make a contribution, Feng Xing immediately began to demand it.
Chapter completed!