"Your disciple's heart is too impetuous."
Yang Yan's gaze was like water, returning to calmness.
"So what? Unlike you, a person who hides and shows only a little!"
Ouyang Feng glared with anger, gritting his teeth in hatred.
Even though Yang Yan was only ten zhang away from him, he no longer foolishly rushed forward.
He had already realized that Yang Yan definitely had a Spatial Treasure on him.
Otherwise, how could he perform a Secret Technique that only Nascent Soul Stage Great Powers knew — Small Shifting?!
Thinking about who Yang Yan's master was, he immediately felt relieved.
It should be the life-saving item granted to this treasured Saint Son by the Ancestral Master of the Ancient Abyss Sect.
It's just that he actually used it repeatedly in this small contest that posed no danger.
"Pah!"
Thinking this in his heart, Ouyang Feng spat on the ground.
Isn't it just because of his good talent?
A lucky fellow!
Yang Yan remained silent for a while as he saw this.
