"Huh? This kid can fly without borrowing magic weapons, and his speed is so fast..."

Xu Feng noticed a trace of abnormality and suddenly stared at Yang Fan's boots.

"What kind of magic weapon is that?"

A trace of greed flashed in Xu Feng's eyes, and he felt that this treasure was unusual.

"Stay here!"

The sound of breaking through the air behind him trembled violently, and a blue glow passed by the sky above his head, immediately blocking the way Yang Fan and others.

"Yang Yaoshi..."

Yang Fan felt Linghu Xiaoxi's hand trembling, and his delicate body froze, obviously falling into the shadow of fear of death.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, you can escape from another direction first, and let Yang deal with it first."

Yang Fan's face turned stern, and his spiritual sense transmitted a voice, allowing the middle-aged man surnamed Sun to leave.

"Then you...and Xi'er."

The middle-aged man surnamed Sun was a little hesitant.

"Get out, don't get in the way!"

Yang Fan shouted coldly, he had long been unhappy with the middle-aged man surnamed Sun.

"Then I'll go..." The middle-aged man surnamed Sun's face turned cold. He finally understood that Yang Fan was just idle at all, and he was weak and in the way.

call out!

The middle-aged surname Sun turned around and fled in another direction.

"You retreat dozens of feet first."

Yang Fan let go of Linghu Xiaoxi's hand and said calmly.

"Yang Yaoshi, you..." Linghu Xiaoxi looked worried and nervous, but when she touched Yang Fan's calm gaze, she felt inexplicably relieved and retreated dozens of feet away.

"Haha, junior, you are very brave, you actually have the courage to fight me, Xu?"

Xu Feng glanced at Yang Fan with a condescending look, with a bit of joking in his eyes.
Chapter completed!