"Brother Xiao Feng..."
The dark muzzle of the gun was aimed at the car, and Su Xiaoqin felt her heart was about to leap out of her throat, she said nervously.
"Stay in the car, I'll handle the outside."
Ye Feng squeezed Su Xiaoqin's hand, pushed the car door open, and jumped out, then laughed loudly, "Thinking a few little ants clutching burning sticks can ensure I won't return, aren't you underestimating me a bit too much?"
Hearing Ye Feng's words, a young man in his thirties wearing a dark green Daoist robe with a pale, beardless face emerged.
"How can you know who is really the ant without trying?"
This person's cultivation was not bad, around the early stages of the Profound Level, emitting an aura that was somewhat cold and sinister but gave Ye Feng the impression of being slightly stronger than Chen Wu.
Clap!
After giving Ye Feng a glance, he smiled coldly and then clapped his hands forcefully.
