"Are you serious?" the purple-robed man asked quietly with a hint of unhappiness on his face, but the murderous aura in his words spread to all over the street.

"So what? No, what?" Lin Yu said provocatively, without the slightest fear, and did not pay attention to this breathing breath at all.

"Good mouth, tongue, or let me leave you here today! Three lives and three lives cannot be reincarnated, and can only be a lonely soul wandering in time, how? Hehehehe" After the purple-robed man heard Lin Yu's words, his face that was still a little "after-warm" instantly became cold, and his moving eyes seemed to be a little wider than just now, staring at the huge body that Lin Yu was holding in his hand, and at this moment, half of his body was hiding behind the purple-robed man's short "consumer" Walking beside him slowly, he gently stroked the purple-robed man's back with his hand, as if he didn't want the man to be angry, and then turned his head to Lin Yu and said gloomily.

Lin Yu looked at the sick and weak consumer, although it seemed that it was easy to put him down, but the feeling he brought to Lin Yu was like Su Mu, although the surface was very weak, but he couldn't see through it at all, this feeling made Lin Yu a little alert, and his sword eyebrows slowly wrinkled.

"Hey, hey, hey. The slowly bowed figure, looking at Lin Yu's eyes, a trace of green light appeared, and his palm wrapped in flesh touched towards the precious cloth bag around his waist.

"You move my brother to try!" Just when Lin Yu was alert, and when the person was about to take out the mysterious item in the cloth bag on his waist, an arrogant voice passed through the thick fog and resounded in the street.

"Those boys are coming out!"

"I didn't expect these little dolls to have such a strong ability. "There was a lot of discussion among the people who were still left alone.

The purple-robed man showed a questioning look and looked closely at the dense fog in front of him. "It's out!" he shuddered.

The billowing smoke and dust also dissipated almost at this time, and three figures appeared from the smoke and dust, led by the heroic Chu Zifeng, and the young man on the left, Su Mu, holding a white fan, showed a calm attitude of ignoring everything, as if nothing could disturb him, and the young man Wei Muyuan on the right, with a slender figure, clutching a strange spear, looked a little difficult, but his face was full of calm, Lin Yu turned around and saw the three of them, his heart warmed, and he walked to the side.

Wei Muyuan saw Lin Yu walking towards him, and consciously vacated a place for him, and asked him to stand on Chu Zifeng's right, just like that, the appearance of several people completely suppressed the two teenagers on the opposite side, and this aura was completely different from the cold two people opposite, it was simply a frenzy, rendering the hearts of everyone present, making those who were not involved feel extremely excited, and clenched their fists tightly.

"You... Do you want to try it too?" the annoyance was a little confused, and whispered.

However, none of the four people on the opposite side responded, which made the consumer a little unbearable, he was just about to say to Chu Zifeng, who was standing in front of him, when he raised his head and met his eyes, he was immediately shocked! Chu Zifeng's eyes were like looking down on all beings, making him feel that he was on the battlefield, and the majestic fire of war overwhelmed him.

At this moment, the purple-robed man beside "Bang" gently patted the back of "Consumer", making him recover from that illusion in an instant.

"Presumably just a few of you, my third brother who was injured?" Although the purple-robed man was a little uncertain in his heart, he still chose to ask.

"I'm one!" Lin Yu on the side said lightly.

"Then how should we deal with this matter?" The purple-robed man's aura was completely restricted, because he felt that the aura on the other side completely suppressed his murderous aura, like a small piece of ice, falling into the vast magma of the ocean, forcing him to rein, so he could only say patiently.

"What do you want to calculate?" Chu Zifeng spoke, and in an instant, Chu Zifeng's eyes collided with the purple-robed man's gaze opposite, not at all up and down, like two lightning bolts.

"Apologies!"

"Yes?"

"You're pushing me to do it"

"That's right," the corners of Chu Zifeng's mouth slowly curled.

"It seems that your meaning is very clear!" The purple-robed man's white hands slowly raised and grabbed the jade flute body on his belt.

But the few people on the other side were calm, as if they didn't mean to do anything at all. Chu Zifeng said: "Is it okay to report a name?" Looking at the two people opposite, Chu Zifeng's steps stepped forward.

The purple-robed man's heart was cold, and he said coldly, "Dongguo, the door of death, the ghost is worried!" And the person squinted and took a step, straightened his rickety body, and screamed, "Dongguo, Death, Wen Miao!"

"Scatter, Chu Zifeng!" After saying that, the sparks that collided between the eyes of the two instantly ignited this street full of gunpowder...

With a "poof", a piercing whistling sound sounded, and the jade flute of unknown material in the ghost's hand suddenly pulled out and rubbed against the jade belt around his waist, sprinting into the ears of several people present. "Whoa", a purple shadow stepped into the air, like a ghost, leaving only a faint afterimage in the same place, the ghost who swept in the air was sad, and the noble purple robe on his body bloomed against the wind in an instant, extremely enchanting, and the jade flute in his hand seemed to be attached to magnetic force, and it rotated wildly on his outstretched palm. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to Chu Zifeng.

Chu Zifeng stood in place, still not moving, he was waiting.

"Big brother, take the gun!" Lin Yu shouted while standing behind Chu Zifeng, and after speaking, he grabbed the Nirvana gun that Wei Muyuan was holding in his arms and threw it with difficulty.

The jade flute in the hand of the ghost saw sorrow spinning rapidly, rubbing wildly against the air current, making an incomparably strong sound, everyone saw this scene, and originally thought that the ghost would rush forward to fight, who knows, in the air, his slender waist twisted, turned in the air, waved his arms, and the flute in his hand came out with strength, whistling towards Chu Zifeng's forehead, like a light. And the corners of Wen Miao's mouth in the distance showed a weird smile.

But just when Wen Miao showed a wicked smile on his face and cursed Chu Zifeng in his heart, he felt that there was a gaze staring at him, which made him extremely uncomfortable, he looked behind Chu Zifeng, and found that the white-robed young man who was gently swaying the paper fan was looking at him indifferently, although his expression was so peaceful, but the black eyes made Wen Miao feel a sense obviously. Look down on it. Feel.. This may be a special sensitivity among warlocks. However, Su Mu, who was standing there, didn't think as much as Wen Miao, he was just curious, what kind of ability did the person on the other side have, why did he dare to tell Lin Yu that he was a lonely soul in three lives and three lives, although Su Mu had already determined that Wen Miao was a warlock, but he was guessing which method Wen Miao was refining. Seeing Wen Miao, who had an embarrassed expression on the other side, Su Mu couldn't raise a trace of interest... Possible.. I'm just afraid. When Chu Zifeng, Lin Yu, and Wei Muyuan were not paying attention, he just resorted to bad means.

"Whew", at this moment, the Nirvana spear broke through the wind and stabbed directly at the back of Chu Zifeng's head, and even the ghost who had not yet fallen to the ground was curious when he saw this scene, but the next moment, he understood.

Chu Zifeng, who was standing there, shook his body and fell obliquely on the ground on his left, and the Nirvana spear hit the jade flute directly, making a crisp sound...

The ghost saw that his feet touched the ground lightly, thinking that this preemptive strike did not get the result he wanted, and he was just about to take back the flute that collided with the spear head-on and was knocked away, but . . .