Hearing Lin Fenglin's words, Yueyang looked coldly at the three people's eyes, even more murderous. At this time, the three of them stood in a row. They did not know Yueyang's identity, just like Yueyang did not know them.

"who are you?" It's still the way to practice cold weather, but there's a little fear in the tone this time. That's the real idea of the person who is higher than himself.

"hum!" Yueyang didn't answer. He snorted coldly, mingled with a short word of Shenyuan, which made the three people spit blood again. When they look up, their eyes are full of panic. It can be said that Yueyang...