Hearing the sound, Zheng Zhi's movements also stopped.

The person who came was an old man in his sixties.

Wearing plain clothes, the back of the plain clothes is embroidered with the unique crane-shaped pattern of the Sword Crane Sect.

"You should know me."

Zheng Zhi glanced at the old man in sixties and smiled faintly.

Hearing this, the old man calmed down and stared at Zheng Zhi.

Suddenly, he remembered something, his pupils shrank, and he exclaimed: "Are you... Zheng Zhi?"

It's not that he is well-informed.

But Zheng Zhi killed Lin Qiong, the genius of the Sword He Sect, in front of hundreds of thousands of spectators yesterday. It was no secret in the Blood City.

Many Sword Crane Sect disciples who were watching in the Blood Emperor Mountain Dojo even secretly engraved Zheng Zhi's face on the portrait and brought it back to the sect for all the sect disciples to read.

It can be said that everyone in the Jianhe Sect knows Zheng Zhi.

No one recognized this group of disciples before, it was just that they were too anxious to remember.

The gatekeepers simply didn't look at Zheng Zhi's face.

The elder in Supao became nervous and immediately showed a wary look.

He stared at Zheng Zhi and asked: "In broad daylight, the world is clear, you come to my Sword Crane Sect and start killing people. Zheng Zhi, what do you want to do?"

"Are you surprised to see me alive?"

Hearing this, Zheng Zhi answered the question with a calm smile: "I appear here, but your sect master and those strong men who went out have not returned yet. What does this mean? Can't you imagine?"

"you you……"

Hearing this, the elder's pupils shrank sharply.
Chapter completed!