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Chapter 3 Attacked(2/2)

But Yang Ji was different. If he wanted to stop him, this natural chasm alone was not enough.
"You are so clever that you are mistaken for your cleverness. I want to see where you can escape to."
Yang Ji sneered in his heart.
The other party was very alert. He obviously realized that he was following him and used this chasm to block him. If the other party was always so alert and determined not to come down from the sky, Yang Ji would not be able to do anything for a while.
But if the other party is too smart to use this natural chasm to block him, he must be careless, and it won't be long before he can catch up with him.
"Buzz!"
The next moment, the light flashed, and Yang Ji's body jumped out of the cliff without hesitation. At the same time, Yang Ji activated the Najie bottle in his sleeve.
"go!"
There was a flash of light, and Yang Ji flew several feet away and suddenly disappeared. In the midair, only a small, delicate lead-gray bottle remained, emitting invisible ripples.
The small bottle was suspended in the void, jumped suddenly, and flew out towards the cliff on the opposite side.
The Naji Ping consumes a lot of blood and can easily consume a strong martial artist. After this experience, Yang Ji simply did not dare to use this magical weapon to fly in the air.
However, just passing through such a natural chasm of more than fifty feet still has little impact.
call out!
With a flash of light, the Najie bottle disappeared. Yang Ji instantly crossed the chasm and appeared on the edge of the cliff on the other side.
"Now, let me see who wants to kill me so much."
Yang Ji glanced up, withdrew his gaze, and then flicked his sleeves, disappearing into the dense forest like lightning, and quickly flew towards the direction where the giant eagle disappeared.

The wind was fierce, and hundreds of miles away from the official road where Yang Ji was ambushed, a majestic mountain stood tall like an ancient giant, reaching into the cloud peak.
Compared with this peak, the other peaks are undoubtedly shorter. Perhaps there is no one higher than this within hundreds of miles.
The top of the mountain is completely bare, covered with exposed rocks, shining brightly in the sun.
An extraordinary-looking old man in green shirt stood silently on the mountain with his hands behind his back. His temples were white with frost, but he was full of energy, and there was an awe-inspiring atmosphere in his movements.
Standing on the top of the mountain, the old man seemed to be waiting for something. (To be continued...)
Chapter 3 Attack:
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