"Kid, who are you?"
Tuoba Yun looked at Lin Feng with a cold expression.
"Fengzi, let him go."
Sikong Zhaiyue grabbed Lin Feng's hand and spoke.
Now, they really couldn't afford to offend the Tuoba Family.
Sikong Zhaiyue also didn't want to get Lin Feng involved because of his own issues.
Lin Feng's eyebrows slightly raised.
He knew what Sikong Zhaiyue was worried about.
He nodded, let go of Tuoba Yun's hand, and said lightly, "The Sikong Family does not welcome you."
"Damn, who is this brat? Daring to meddle in the affairs of our Tuoba Family? Wish to die, is it?"
A cultivator from the Tuoba Family cursed arrogantly.
Whoosh!
In the next moment.
He only felt a blur of movement in front of him.
Lin Feng had arrived by his side.
Then,
A slap swept across.
Smack.
The heavy slap ferociously landed on the man's face.
Sending the Tuoba Family cultivator flying dozens of meters away.
With a thud!
