In the cemetery, which was littered with dead branches and leaves, Zhou Fan and a dozen or so spiritual masters were resting in the open space.

Captain Yan Qing had left alone, saying he was going to investigate the situation outside the cemetery.

His cultivation level is the strongest, and the forbidden air turns into a defensive shield that can resist the erosion of the black mist in a short period of time.

Among the dozen or so spiritual masters, the old man with hawk-like eyes still harbored strong hostility towards Zhou Fan and Leng Jian.

"The old guy's surname is Feng, and he is the captain of the fourth team."

"He has always been ruthless and petty. I once fought with him due to some conflicts, and the old guy has always held a grudge against me."

Leng Jian reminded Zhou Fan in a low voice and told him that he was injured because of the plot he encountered last night.

As for the murderer, Leng Jian suspected that he was the old man named Feng.

Zhou Fan nodded slightly when he heard this. He didn't have a good impression of the old man named Feng either.

"You guys don't have much food, so you have to eat it with care."

"Don't starve yourself to death here just to be a good person!"

At this time, the voice of the old man named Feng sounded.

He obviously meant something behind his words, reminding others not to share food with Zhou Fan and Leng Jian.

"Captain Feng! We don't have enough to eat ourselves, how can we take advantage of others!"

"that is!"

"Hahaha......"

The dozen or so spiritual masters obviously did not have noble sentiments. While laughing loudly and agreeing with the old man named Feng, they did not forget to look at Zhou Fan and Leng Jian provocatively while eating food.

"Gulu!"

"Gululu!"

Leng Jianqi's face was ashen, he hadn't eaten anything all day long.

He had brought a lot of food when he came in before, but after sharing it with those white-eyed wolves, he was now hungry.

"Eat it!"

Just when Leng Jian stood up and planned to invite Zhou Fan to leave together, Zhou Fan actually handed him a piece of bread.

"Um? Where did it come from?"

Leng Jian was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhou Fan in surprise and asked.

"Nonsense! It must be hidden in clothes!"

Zhou Fan rolled his eyes and took out a bottle of milk from his sleeve and handed it to Leng Jian.

A friend in need is a friend indeed. Leng Jian held bread in his left hand and milk in his right hand. He was so moved that tears filled his eyes.

"Eat! They've already come over, don't get robbed!"

Zhou Fan smiled and reminded Leng Jian, then looked at the old man surnamed Feng and others who were approaching with ill intentions.

"Boy! What else did you bring to eat?"

"Hand it over! Let us share it too!"

"That's right! We are together, you can't hide it..."

Zhou Fan didn't bring a backpack before, so everyone ignored him.

Now that he could bring out milk and bread, everyone suspected that he had other food hidden on him.

In this place where birds don't poop, food is the basis for survival.

Therefore, the people who gathered around him were not polite and directly surrounded him and Leng Jian.

Although the words sounded nice, some people couldn't help but come forward to search Zhou Fan.

"You are seeking death!"

Leng Jian was furious when he saw this, and he forced his weak body to take action.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

At this time, two crisp slaps sounded.

Just as two thin men were about to forcefully search Zhou Fan, they were slapped twice by him who was like a phantom.

The sudden change prevented everyone from reacting.

The two men who were slapped obviously did not expect Zhou Fan to dare to take action.

Before the two of them could get angry, Zhou Fan took out a boning knife and shouted, "You don't know how to live or die! If you dare to come forward again, don't blame me for chopping you up!"

Arrogant and arrogant is no longer enough to describe Zhou Fan at this moment.

The two men who were slapped were so angry that their hearts, livers, spleens and lungs ached.

"Old man! Look at a bird!"

Before anyone could react, Zhou Fan pointed his head at the old man named Feng again.

The old man surnamed Feng's chest heaved with anger, and he almost thought he had heard wrongly.

"you wanna die!"

Just when everyone was furious and about to take action, Zhou Fan directly showed the skull seal on his arm.

"Do you see it?"

"Nine-headed skull seal!"

"Kill me and the seal will be transferred to you."

Zhou Fan's arrogant words instantly frightened many people, causing them to quickly retract their intended attacks.

Except for the three-headed seal of the Ghost King, all the other skull seals are hot potatoes.

This thing can be transferred. As long as the owner is killed, it will be transferred to the killer.

In other words, Zhou Fan is now a hedgehog, and whoever kills him will be fused with the No. 9 Seal.

When the ancient temple opens, it will definitely be eaten by Sarcophagus No. 9. This is almost the same as announcing a death sentence.

Leng Jian on the side was dumbfounded when he saw Zhou Fan in a mess.

Who owns a skull seal and doesn't hide it, for fear of others finding out?

Zhou Fan actually directly used it as a life-saving trump card, and his imagination was indeed extraordinary.

"boom!"

At this time, a big hole suddenly appeared on the ground where Zhou Fan was standing.

The person who took action was the old man named Feng, and he did not dare to kill Zhou Fan.

But it was still okay to teach Zhou Fan a lesson, so he did not hesitate to make a sneak attack.

"Old dog, you are looking for death!"

Leng Jian, who had already taken the opportunity to eat and drink, saw this and couldn't help but became furious.

When he saw the old man surnamed Feng missing a single hit and pursuing Zhou Fan, he couldn't help but roared angrily and rushed into the battlefield.

"Clang!"

"Qiang Qiang Qiang..."

Soon, the situation of the battle suddenly changed.

Zhou Fan was seen holding a deboning knife, using his speed advantage and Leng Jian to attack the old man named Feng.

Although the old man surnamed Feng was strong in cultivation, he couldn't get any advantage from one against two.

"What are you doing standing still! Why don't you help me quickly!"

The old man surnamed Feng couldn't attack for a long time. He didn't want to consume too much forbidden energy, so he quickly ordered others to help.

"scroll!"

At this time, Zhou Fan threw out a dozen breads and bottles of milk and flew towards the dozen spiritual masters.

More than a dozen people were stunned for a moment, but their hands were not slow and they started grabbing the food.

Bread and milk are a perfect match. The dozen or so spiritual masters who grabbed the food looked at each other and turned around to leave.

The cannibal has a short mouth, so it's not easy to start a fight with Zhou Fan.

And with Lengjian here, his combat power is too strong and no one can take advantage of him.

They even hoped that the old man surnamed Feng could hurt Zhou Fan and others.

The old man surnamed Feng was so angry when he saw the dozen or so spiritual masters taking the food and turning around to leave.

But he didn't dare to have a real fight with Zhou Fan because the cemetery was not safe after dark.
To be continued...