C345 Dirty cultivator's congress

Everyone was still immersed in the brilliance of Ye Feng cutting down the soul refining period expert He Liangchun, yet Ye Feng's body had already arrived at the corner of the competition arena. The dragonslaying knife in his hand streaked across the sky, straight towards a cultivator's head.

"Young Lord, leave quickly!" A cultivator beside Feng Dongcai shouted out loudly