Even though I was moved, Chen Feng was not interested in participating.
So many people know the role of the blood pool and what it represents. It is not easy to win.
It’s better that he doesn’t waste time. As for improving his strength, just practice with peace of mind.
No longer thinking about this, Chen Feng went to the location of Xuandao Sect to see where they were.
As a result, before he could get close, someone was targeted.
Looking at the man who was following him sneakily, Chen Feng frowned slightly: "Am I exposed?"
When Chen Feng entered the city, he had already made changes. After all, Xuan Dao Sect and Xuanzhu had issued a hunting order to kill him before.
Even if so long has passed, you must be careful.
After looking at the person behind him in a vague way, Chen Feng kept turning into a deserted alley.
The man also came in, but after he came in, he did not see Chen Feng's shadow.
Looking at the dim alley ahead, he murmured to himself: "I clearly saw someone coming in, why did it disappear?"
"Are you looking for me?"
The sudden sound scared him and punched Chen Feng.
He is a man at the level of a master. Where is Chen Feng's opponent? In just one move, he was controlled by Chen Feng.
"Let me go!" The man struggled vigorously, but he didn't expect that he would encounter a tough guy today.
"Who sent you here?" Chen Feng looked at the man, and Han Xuan Bingyan was jumping in his hand, and the walls were two crooked figures.
"I don't understand what you are saying." The man pretended to be innocent: "I'm just passing by here."
"And what's wrong with you? Take action against me for no reason! Believe it or not, I'll call the patrol people over now."
He looked at Chen Feng with a grievance and anger, and thought without knowing that he was the victim.
"Don't you say it?" Chen Feng didn't have much patience to waste his time with him.
Han Xuan Bingyan pounced on him directly. As soon as he touched him, he screamed in pain.
The biting pain made him kneel directly on the ground, and finally rolled around on the ground.
"My hand, what did you do..."
He shouted, sweating all over, and one arm had turned into ashes under the influence of Han Xuan Bingyan.
Han Xuan Bingyan nipped his body bit by bit, and after his arms disappeared, it continued to spread to his shoulders and chest.
"Who sent you here?" Chen Feng looked at the man condescendingly, without any emotion in his eyes.
“Ah~”
"I said... say..."
Han Xuan Bingyan flew back to Chen Feng's hand. The man was lying on the ground, his face was pale, his chest was fluctuating violently, and he was grinning in pain, and he couldn't say a word.
It took him a long time to recover: "No...no one..."
After singing this sentence with great difficulty, he breathed even harder.
His shoulders were already a little numb, and his consciousness was also a little blurred: "I just want to...sell you to...sell..."
Before he finished speaking, the man tilted his head and fainted.
Chen Feng looked at the person who fainted, and several silver needles shot into his body, and a leaf of spiritual medicine was stuffed into the man's mouth.
A few minutes later, the man opened his eyes and murmured in confusion: "I'm alive, I..."
He wanted to say something else, and turned his head to look at Chen Feng who was looking at him, his face was covered in blood and his pupils were trembling slightly.