"How is it possible? This person must die, surely he will die in the mouth of the Spiritual Beast Black Snake!"
Ouyang Jie murmured, his eyes somewhat lost.
He couldn't accept it, someone he originally regarded as an ant-like figure.
Now, like a carp leaping over the Dragon Gate, he became a devilish Martial Artist that even he had to look up to.
Ouyang Jie could now admit that even in the Southern Base City, such a devilish young Martial Artist couldn't be found.
Possibly, only the older generation of Martial Artists could compare.
How could this not drive Ouyang Jie mad?
However, a small figure like Ouyang Jie was not worth Ye Qingfeng's attention.
In the Cultivation World, he had seen countless cultivators with extraordinary talent, far more than a million.
Ouyang Jie was just the most insignificant grain of sand in the sea.
"Hiss!"
Finally, the Black Snake sensed Ye Qingfeng's threat.
Its neck suddenly swelled up.
