"Do you want to fight?" Xie Zhenjie asked lightly.
"Let's see them first." Zhou Yuan said.
Zhou Yuan walked forward, but his eyes fell on a young man dressed in all black who was standing around the crowd.
A few seconds later, the young man noticed Zhou Yuan's gaze and stared back at him.
His eyes were cold and his expression indifferent. From his crossed arms posture, we know that he did not put Zhou Yuan in his eyes.
But Zhou Yuan smirked.
"Let's go."
Zhou Yuan walked over to the crowd and Xie Zhenjie followed behind.
.......
Zhou Yuan stood in the crowd and watched the fight between the two people.
They were both cultivators, only, they still relied on physical strength.
He watched this calmly as he crossed his arms.
But Xie Zhenjie looked bored.
"This is just a fight between clowns. I can kill them all." Xie Zhenjie said indifferently.
