Ten years ago, Qin Zhanhai, the head of the Qin family, fell in Tianfeng Mountain!,Qīngfēng Zhèn everyone is sighing, it's really a flower blooming on manure!,Qin Lang's eyes lit up. The crimson four-clawed fire dragon in his mind was undoubtedly his own martial soul, but at this moment, the fire dragon was extremely faint, and its soul power was very weak.。
