The man's snow-white clothes fluttered in the wind. His back was still long and thin. His back was facing Chu ran, but even so, Chu ran could still feel the bone-chilling cold from the man.
"Yi Qianqian, Yi Feng?"
Yifeng, he's back?
The man pursed his thin lips. His handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. His cold eyes were as sharp as knives as they fell on he Feixiang.
Bang! Bang!
The man's palm slightly exerted force, and he Feixiang's body suddenly took a few steps back. His eyes were filled with surprise as he looked at the handsome face.
"Who are you?"
Was there anyone on this continent who could withstand his attack?
He Feixiang's face was dark with anger. He asked coldly.
"Chu Yifeng,"
His voice was as cold as the wind, and his words were concise. It was as if to these people, it was a waste to say another word.
"chu yifeng? He's Chu Yifeng?"
