Ye Zun was busy avoiding others, and when he wasn't paying attention, the white-haired old man rushed over and slapped him on the chest.

He immediately groaned and fell into the crowd.

However, even so, those people seemed unaware that their consciousness had been completely invaded by Han Wushuang's evil skills.

The white-haired old man stepped forward again, roaring and punching out.

The air exploded, and lightning flashed.

Ye Zun quickly took out a small shield to resist.

With a bang, the shield exploded instantly, and Ye Zun was also repeatedly knocked backwards by the air waves.

The surrounding Han family warriors stepped forward one after another, surrounded Ye Zun, and continued to attack.

"Qin Cheng, I can't stand it anymore."

Ye Zun screamed, his figure erratic to the extreme, and he was in a state of utter disarray.

"Come to me." Qin Cheng suddenly raised his head, retracted his palm, and shouted loudly.

"Save me."

Ye Zun screamed and flew away. The white-haired old man, who looked like a ghost, followed him and slapped his palm.

"The Fist of the Saint." Qin Cheng just wanted to punch.

But thinking about the big thing he was about to do, he must not reveal his identity, so he switched to other boxing techniques.

As a result, his strength was completely overwhelmed by the white-haired old man.

With one punch, Qin Cheng instantly fell back and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"How is it?" Ye Zun supported Qin Cheng.

"Run out." Qin Cheng said.

"You are crazy, there is a formation outside to stop you!" Ye Zun exclaimed.

"Don't be afraid, just listen to me." Qin Cheng pulled Ye Zun, and the two of them fled frantically towards the outside of the formation.

"Stop them." The white-haired old man gave chase.

However, Qin Cheng and Ye Zun disappeared in the white mist in the blink of an eye.

The old man wanted to rush over, but the white mist turned into a lion and bit the old man on the shoulder.

"This beast." The old man roared, screaming and falling back.

The remaining Han family warriors were also attacked by the phantom beasts in the mist, and some were swallowed directly.

"Damn it, this formation is blind, you're going to hit your own people." Ye Zun said in shock.

"We have this formation now." Qin Cheng smiled.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the field, the two men ran out of the formation.

A figure appeared in front of them.

"You two, is something wrong? Where are you going?"

Han Wushuang blocked their way with a graceful smile on his face.

"We have all seen through your conspiracy, and you are still pretending to be a fool. You are so hypocritical." Ye Zun scolded.

"Hypocritical? Haha." Han Wushuang looked up to the sky and laughed, the modesty on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by ferociousness.

"You are right, but who knows? The world only sees my humble side, and I am a good person. If you attack me, you are a villain."

"Wow, you are so shameless." Ye Zun gritted his teeth.

"Surrender, you can't run away as long as I'm here. For the sake of your cleverness, I offer my soul as a slave, and I will forgive you." Han Wushuang said.

"The person who wanted to kill me was finally converted by me and voluntarily became a slave. It became a good story when word spread."

"Go to hell you."

Ye Zun couldn't stand listening anymore, he and Qin Cheng rushed out, and they fought with Han Wushuang.

But soon, all the Han family warriors broke out of the formation and were about to surround the two of them in the blink of an eye.

"Qincheng, the five realms of transformation, can't stand it." Ye Zun was sweating profusely.

"Fuck you, listen to me read one, two, three." Qin Cheng shouted, sweeping the bronze sword, and the sword energy temporarily forced several people back.

"Walk!"

Qin Cheng counted to three, and the two of them flew towards the holy spring together.

"These two people want to rob the holy spring, kill them." Han Wushuang shouted.


Chapter completed!