At this time, Ling Wei and the other two still didn't know what had happened, and they allowed this group of people to fill the small ocean courtyard.
The atmosphere was a little tense. In the face of a group of angry people, even the air became thin. Ling Wei swallowed a few times nervously.
When the sharp-eyed ones saw Chu Ming, they immediately brought over a stone chair carved with flowers and a pot of fragrant tea on the table.
Yi Ming sat down, crossed his legs, and looked to his side.
Left and right understood, and a dark purple spiritual energy moved in his palm. He walked in front of the three people and fiercely pushed them, and the unprepared people fell back heavily.
Ling Wei stood up from the ground inexplicably. His palm was on the sand, but it was embedded with small stones, and blood was seeping out faintly.
Bearing with the pain, Ling Wei's gaze swept past the ball of dark purple spiritual energy, and finally fixed on Chu Ming's face.
