Urban Madness

At the moment that black aura appeared, Pengcheng turned into a golden-winged roc and flew out.

On the other hand, Ye Fan stayed still, closed his eyes, and attached two spiritual powers to the black breath and Pengcheng.

The speed of the black aura was extremely fast, and disappeared into everyone's field of vision in a blink of an eye, and Peng Cheng who was chasing after him disappeared with him.

After about a stick of incense, the old man's sound transmission Shi Liang, and Peng Cheng's anxious voice came from inside.

"The ghost ran a little faster. I just took the blink of an eye and he was gone."

Ye Fan sneered when he heard Pengcheng's words.

Peng Cheng at the sound transmission stone suddenly became short of breath after hearing this sneer.

"Who laughed? Isn't it that brat! Someone on your side has something to gain? How embarrassed to laugh at this uncle."

Ye Fan sneered and said.

"Fly 200 miles east from where you are now."

As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, Pengcheng on the other side of the sound transmission stone was suddenly unhappy.

"Why do you command this uncle? How does this uncle know if you are fooling me!"

The old man, who had exhausted a lot of energy to take out the black breath, hurried out to make a relief at this time, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

"Master Pengcheng, don't worry about it here. Now you are lost. We only have Ye Fan. If you don't do what he says, it's hard to expect Master Dijiang to come back and punish you. You?"

Pengcheng's face on the other side of the sound transmission stone turned black.

He was indeed lost, and at this time they had no second way to go except Ye Fan.

Although the general seems to be smiling, he sings a song and dances when he is fine, but he punishes people and does not release water at all.

After weighing for a while, Pengcheng flew out.

Before flying, he did not forget to threaten Ye Fan on the side of the sound transmission stone.

"My uncle will believe you this time. If you dare to point me the wrong way, my uncle will never tolerate it."

Ye Fan gave a cold smile. In his opinion, this young master of the Dapeng clan really had no brains at all except to fly fast.

He closed his eyes and carefully sensed the direction of the breath and the direction of Pengcheng.

"Continue 100 miles south."

"30 miles southwest"

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After listening to Ye Fan's words, Pengcheng finally couldn't help it after flying for a long time.

"Your uncle, are you kidding me!"

Pengcheng yelled at the transmission sound stone angrily.

"Don't beep."

Ye Fan said coldly.

"Twenty miles north!"

Pengcheng was completely angry.

"Woc, your uncle, I won't chase you uncle! He is obviously playing tricks on me!"

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the old man hurriedly said.

"Master Pengcheng, don't be angry, Ye Fan is not such a person!"

"The owner of that breath is very vigilant, the position of the breath is constantly changing, believe it or not!"

Ye Fan was also angry. He was despised at first, and now he is questioned again. He doesn't have such a good temper, so he doesn't care about it with Pengcheng.

"Oh, hello, two princes, can we take the overall situation as the most important thing, and these little grievances can't be said later?"

He only heard Pengcheng snorted on the other side of the sound transmission stone, and was about to fly north.

But Ye Fan stopped him.

"Don't fly north, his range has changed again, 30 miles northeast!"

Hearing this, Pengcheng quickly changed his direction.

"Wait! Don't move."

Suddenly Ye Fan frowned and said to Pengcheng.

"What are you doing?"

Pengcheng said impatiently.