At this moment, Yang Qingyun looked around with a bit of confusion in his eyes.

"Taoist Lingchao, is this the lineage of people who endure hardships that Master mentioned?"

Yang Qingyun looked at the people in front of him and said, "What do they want to do?"

Taoist Ling Luan was already injured at this moment.

"What do you want to do?"

Taoist Linglan sneered: "You want to kill me!"

"Junior brother!"

At this moment, a shout sounded.

The dozen or so people who surrounded Yang Qingyun and the five people walked out at this moment. They were dressed in coarse linen clothes and had narrow faces. At this moment, they were looking at Taoist Messy.

"Is this the head of the sufferer?

Your senior brother?"

Yang Qingyun said cautiously.

"Um!"

"Since we are brothers, what's there to fight for, right?

Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!”

Yang Qingyun chuckled.

"Junior brother, I thought you were dead!"
Chapter completed!