Outside Qingzhou Ancient City.
Ye Ping was extremely fast as he shuttled through the mountains.
However, behind him, hundreds of black figures were chasing after him on their flying swords.
At this moment, Ye Ping's mood was extremely complicated.
'Had I known earlier, I would have learned the Sword Kinesis Flight technique well before going down the mountain. Great, now I have to run on foot even though I can clearly go faster.'
How could he stand that?
'Also Brothers, you have been chasing me for six hours.'
'The sky is almost dark, why are you still chasing me?'
'Aren't you tired at all?'
Ye Ping really wanted to cry because he had never encountered such a miserable thing in this life.
"Ye Ping, stop running, we're not trying to harm you but to give you some luck."
