Ding! A soft and crisp sound came out in the ears of everyone talking and laughing.

Before Yang Feng could react, what was going on? He felt a sharp thorn behind him and pushed him hard.

However, Yang Feng's physical strength is now indestructible. After the stabbing, except for piercing his clothes, he made no mistake and made a sound of metal and iron attacking.

Yang Feng's brows trembled, and he knew that someone had made a bad move behind his back. He immediately turned around and shouted back.

Kara! A explosion was made, there was no one in the void, and there was no shadow around it, as if everything just now was an illusion.

There is nothing else here except the three of them.

Nangong Yueyi blinked his confused big eyes and murmured: "That... Brother Yang, it seems that there was something happening just now. You heard it too, why didn't there be anything?

Could it be that there is something wrong with our ears, right?”

Without saying anything, Feng Yu just searched around with a cautious look on his face.

Yang Feng narrowed his eyes, looked at the movements around him, glanced down again, and immediately leaned over and picked up a sharp needle of one centimeter from the ground.

"What's this?"

When Nangong Yueyi saw it, he immediately asked.

Yang Feng pondered for a moment and murmured: "This is the spiritual soldier used by the other party to assassinate me. When he just stabbed me, he found that the prick could not move, so he immediately retreated, but I turned around and sternly broke the prick."

"What a fast speed!"

Hearing his words, Feng Yu on the side couldn't help but be surprised: "We didn't notice it at all just now. Not only did he take action, he also retreated immediately. Who is the sacred place?"

His eyes turned left and right, and Yang Feng murmured: "It's fog!"

"What?"

Feng Yu was puzzled, and Nangong Yueyi immediately understood: "Are you saying... the other party is an assassin with fog attribute?

Because the fog is confusing, he can approach us without knowing it?

But his fog is too strong, we didn't even feel any movement at all. Could it be that he is..." "Heaven-level fog attribute!"

With his eyes certain, Yang Feng understood everything, looked around, and a slight arc of evil appeared on the corner of his mouth: "And, he probably hasn't left yet, right?"

"How do you know?"

"I guess!"

Grinning, Yang Feng raised his eyebrows to Nangong Yueyi: "Hey, charlatan, you can calculate first, has he left?"

"Uh... OK!"

After arguing, Nangong Yueyi immediately pinched his finger and said, "I am using the quick measurement algorithm now. The plum blossom heart is easy, and the result will come out within three breaths... Well, the Kan hexagram is in Kun, Kan is a thief, Kun is the earth, and he is still in this yard, so there will be no mistakes."

"Okay, that's fine!"

With eyes certain, Yang Feng's mouth smiled across his evil smile, and he murmured: "Look at how I caught you, my magical skills, super straightforward!"

Sao! In an instant, Yang Feng's body moved by himself and slapped the void in the northwest.

Boom! Then, a loud noise came out, and a black shadow flew backwards from the void. Before it landed, blood could not be stopped.

Yang Feng rushed over and pressed his body as soon as the assassin landed, raised his fist as a big sandbag and smiled: "I didn't expect that you, who have the attribute of the sky-level fog, will be caught so soon.

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Chapter completed!