A young man with triangular eyes suddenly laughed.

"There is no news about Chen Feng until now. I think he may not dare to step on the road to heaven..."

Another young man with a gloomy face sneered.

"You fart, my sect master's spirit is beyond the reach of you clowns." A man kneeling on the boulder immediately shouted angrily.

"Did I let you speak..."

The gloomy young man suddenly became angry, swung his hands and clapped his hands, and immediately knocked the man down. A harsh and obscure sound sounded, and the bones in his body cracked. He was lying on the boulder, his hands and feet were twisted, he was vomiting blood, and his breath was intermittent.

"Junior Brother Yan!"

"Senior Brother Yan!"

The other two people screamed in surprise.

"Zhuang Huang, don't kill people. Otherwise, you won't be able to attract Chen Feng, and you will have to bear the consequences."

The triangular-eyed young man said sternly.

"Don't worry, if your cultivation is not ruined, you won't die. At least you won't die until you catch Chen Feng."

The gloomy young man said with a ferocious smile.

"If we want to capture the sect leader, we have to rely on you bunch of rats."

Han Daoling growled.

"When the sect master reaches the fourth level, all of you will be killed by the sect master's sword, like slaughtering pigs and dogs."

"Although it's hard to kill you now, it's not impossible for you to have a good time because of your bad mouth." A cold murderous intent flashed through the eyes of the gloomy young man, and he suddenly raised his fingers, bending them like claws, and moved

Surrounded by an astonishing aura, extremely sharp and containing a chilly and cold air, it clawed at Han Daoling through the air like ghost claws.
Chapter completed!