Under the incredulous gaze of Liang Zuoyi and Su Bingshuan, Ye Chenfeng leisurely walked over to the corpses of those three people. After rummaging through them for a while, he cursed and said, "Damn it, three paupers still have the nerve to come out and rob? They don't even have a single Spirit Stone on them?"
These three middle-aged men at the Peak of the Second Heavenly Layer of the Divine Thought Realm, not only did they lack storage rings on their fingers, they didn't even have a fart on them, which made Ye Chenfeng somewhat annoyed.
After performing a complete Tiger's Roar Dragon's Chime, Ye Chenfeng felt a little dizzy in his head, but he had already adapted to this feeling over the past two days. He knew it would take at most half an hour to recover.
