The moment the black aura appeared, Pengcheng transformed into a golden-winged roc and flew out.
On the other hand, Ye Fan stayed still, closed his eyes, and attached two spiritual powers to the black aura and Pengcheng respectively.
The black aura was extremely fast and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye. Pengcheng who was chasing him disappeared with him.
After about a stick of incense, the old man's sound transmission stone lit up, and Pengcheng's furious voice came from inside.
"That ghost was running so fast. I just blinked and he disappeared."
Ye Fan sneered when he heard Pengcheng's words.
Peng Cheng, who was on the other side of the sound transmission stone, suddenly became furious when he heard the sneer.
"Who's laughing? Is it that brat? Someone on your side is harvesting something? Why do you have the nerve to laugh at me?"
Ye Fan sneered twice and said.
"Fly 200 miles east from your current location."
As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, Pengcheng on the other side of the sound transmission stone suddenly became unhappy.
"Why do you give orders to me? How do I know if you are deceiving me?"
The old man, who had spent a lot of energy trying to take out the black aura, hurriedly came out to rescue him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.
"Young Master Pengcheng, don't worry about it here. Now that you have lost track of us, we only have Ye Fan. If you don't do what he said, you might want Master Di Jiang to come back and punish you."
You?"
Pengcheng's face turned dark on the other side of the sound transmission stone.
He had indeed lost the chase. At this time, they had no other way to go except Ye Fan.
Although the general seems to be smiling and smiling at ordinary times, and will sing and dance when he has nothing to do, but when it comes to punishing people, he does not show mercy at all and does whatever he can to punish people.
After a moment of weighing, Pengcheng flew out.
Before flying, he did not forget to threaten Ye Fan on the side of the sound transmission stone.
"I will believe you this time. If you dare to point me down the wrong path, I will never tolerate it."
Ye Fan laughed coldly. In his opinion, this young master from the Dapeng tribe really had no brains at all except flying fast.
He closed his eyes and carefully felt the direction of the breath and the direction of Pengcheng.
"Continue 100 miles south."
"30 miles southwest"
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After listening to Ye Fan's words, Pengcheng finally couldn't bear it after flying for a long time.
"Damn it, are you kidding me?"
Pengcheng yelled at the sound transmission stone angrily.
"Stop beeping."
Ye Fan said coldly.
"Twenty miles north!"
Pengcheng was completely angry.
"Woc, your uncle, I won't chase you anymore! He is clearly playing a trick on me!"
Seeing that the situation was not right, the old man quickly spoke up.
"Master Pengcheng, don't be angry, Ye Fan is not such a person!"
"The owner of that aura is very vigilant. The position of the aura is constantly changing. Believe it or not!"
Ye Fan was also angry. He was despised at first, and now he was questioned again. He didn't have such a good temper, so he didn't care about it with Pengcheng.
"Hey, young masters, can we put the overall situation first and postpone these petty grudges until later?"
Pengcheng on the other side of the sound transmission stone snorted and was about to fly north.
But he was stopped by Ye Fan.
"Stop flying north, his range has changed again, 30 miles northeast!"