Even if he knew, he would just laugh it off.
In the Northern Battlefield, it was either you kill me or I kill you.
Revenge?
There were too many such things.
Lu Changsheng arrived at the Northern Battlefield early in the morning.
Lu Changsheng was still short of 100 small skills to get 1,000 small skills, which could be exchanged for a rare treasure.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle."
There were a few shadows in the grass.
"Stop."
"Senior Saber, we are from the Big Fish Empire. Don't misunderstand."
From the bushes, a few martial artists drilled out all of a sudden.
They were all martial artists who were lying in ambush in the grass, preparing to launch a sneak attack.
Lu Changsheng glanced at them.
Big Fish Empire's martial artists naturally had their own ways to prove their identities.
It was also a special technique of the Martial Arts Practice Tower.
