Lin Feng looked at the distant Iron Sword camp, and several Fifth Generation Disciples around him noticed him.
"Hey, isn't that Lin Feng?"
"What's he doing here? This is a small team campsite of Iron Sword."
"Why do I feel like there's going to be a big show soon?"
Lin Feng looked at the nearby Iron Sword camp and suddenly shouted, "Yu Wen Tuo's sons, come out and meet your death!"
Whoosh!
All the Fifth Generation Disciples were stunned.
"What's going on?"
"My God, is this going to be one against many?"
"Lin Feng is really asking for it. He was stable for a while and here he comes again. Does he really need to see the coffin to shed tears?"
A group of Fifth Generation Disciples were shocked, perplexed, and even scoffed with disdain.
Inside the Iron Sword camp.
Ten people were discussing how to kill Lin Feng when they suddenly heard this roar, and for a moment, they couldn't react.
"It's Lin Feng!"
