"He can't operate."
Later, Ye Feng narrowed his eyes. The purity of heart and the formula of purity of heart were operating simultaneously. His usually deep eyes now had a pure appearance unlike usual.
"I've found you."
After a flash of movement, Ye Fengsheng suddenly vanished from his original place. When he reappeared, he casually left the soaked old man in blue clothes on the ground. He inexplicably said, "I didn't expect your martial arts to be so poor, yet you can be a teacher in the Fourteen States."
The green clothes now clung tightly to his body, because they were in the lake. Although the bloody foam at the corner of his mouth had faded a lot, it soaked his water-filled face, and he gasped for air. At this moment, where was the old man in green clothes standing tall in front of the Vermilion Bird? Even a dirty dog in the water seemed more comfortable than him.
"If you have any questions to ask, ask them now. Afterward, I will take him on the road."
