chapter 143 Ling Honggong

Taking the cold bow and arrow into his hands, Reynord Fontaine eyes showed a hint of astonishment. The texture on it felt like wood but not wood, like iron but not iron, making it difficult to distinguish its material.

However, it vaguely exudes an indestructible sharpness, giving people a sense of fear!

"Low-grade Xuan level, Ling Hong Bow, Chasing Wind Arrow!"

"I want this!"

Overjoyed, Reynord Fontaine clenched the bow and arrow in his hand and flew back,...