Wei Banmeng's eyes flickered with a cold light, instantly understanding Fang Qingyu's intention.
It's those desperadoes in the outposts, or the cleaners raised by certain forces!
This kind of people are like a malignant tumor, specializing in ambushing solitary or seemingly "fat sheep" teams on the outskirts of outposts or in the wilderness, committing robbery and murder.
"Interesting." A cold arc appeared at the corner of Wei Banmeng's mouth. The shadow of being watched turned into a sharp battle intent. "It seems someone thinks we're easy to deal with."
Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan also realized, revealing grim smiles on their faces.
Profound Level?
Or was it forcibly stacked with Life Ghost materials?
In the eyes of these core disciples of top martial arts halls, such characters are just clay chickens and pottery dogs.
"Let's go, get what we need and set off. Thunderstorm Cloud Sea."
