Lin Fan saw something up ahead. It was a man dressed in traditional clothes and carrying a traditional fan made of bamboo.
Lin Fan frowned when he saw the man. He felt a strange energy in the man.
"Who are you?" Lin Fan said in a loud voice.
The man didn't answer and instead smiled.
He covered his chin and mouth with the fan.
In the next second, he fanned it forward.
Whoosh!
Three large whirlwinds appeared and moved toward Lin Fan.
Seeing this, Lin Fan pulled Liu Meng'er's hand to stand behind him.
Liu Meng'er followed Lin Fan's directions and stood behind Lin Fan.
"Linfan, be careful."
Her expression showed concern.
Lin Fan only smiled. There was no sign of panic on his face.
He looked at the three gigantic whirlwinds in front of him calmly.
He closed his eyes.
Meanwhile, the man smiled. He looked confident that his attack would definitely kill Lin Fan.
