Then, Chen Ping suddenly floated down and escaped nearly a hundred miles from the spot.

After almost several breaths, the cold wind flashed through the place where Chen Ping was standing.

After flying for another 40 or 50 feet away, the Yin Feng showed a person's figure in a slump.

He is a scary old man with messy hair and high cheekbones.

The dark blue skin revealed his identity.

Another high-level sea clan!

"strangeness."

He saw his eyes sweeping around like an eagle, and his eyebrows frowned.

He had just clearly wiped out the breath of a human race, but it disappeared completely in an instant.

"It must be a strong man from the same tribe as the Cha Hai tribe."

More than a hundred miles away from the man, Chen Ping hid in a pile of rocks, closing all his pores.

Moreover, Ziwei's breath-retention technique was running wildly, covering up the vitality of his body.

"The damn area has weakened 90% of my spiritual consciousness, otherwise the human race will definitely not be able to escape!"

The old man of the sea tribe flashed with yellow light, and he looked back and forth unwillingly. He suddenly looked up in shock, as if he had seen something shocked, and hurriedly cleared the clouds and flew up.

Due to the wide view, Chen Ping vaguely saw the old man's actions.

Did he find the colorful light shield and chase the body of the Hai clan surnamed Cha?

It's not impossible!

Chen Ping was secretly happy and planned to escape from the pile of rocks after a while.

But when he thought about it, he still maintained a breathless state and did not act rashly.

Just after two short breaths, the old man appeared strangely in his original position, his pupils glowed with yellow light, and he looked down carefully.

"Cunning old guy!"

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes and sneered in his heart.

The search was fruitless, and the old man from the sea tribe sighed, and the cold wind turned around and flew away.

"Tsk tsk, I'm still intrigue with me."

Chen Ping looked straight at the sky and did not intend to show up and run for his life.

Sure enough, half an hour later.

A strange black wind broke out nearby, and the old man from the sea clan walked out in a furious manner.

"Who did Chameng fall into the hands of!"

The ruthlessness and cold light in their eyes were intertwined, and the old man fled for the third time.

After twenty breaths, Chen Ping jumped out of the pile of rocks and flew calmly in the other direction.

The toxins of Yin and Yang mosquitoes have been contaminated with the skin of the old man in the sea clan.

This poison can not only accurately track its location, but also determine the distance between two people.

The fourth-level Great Perfection Sea Clan, no matter whether it is a fake or a hundred shots, can never throw the trap into him.
Chapter completed!