The Black Sword's Confusion

Jiang Ming quickly sped up the refining, intending to let his aptitude shoot up to the peak. 

"Mister." 

Seeing Jiang Ming working so hard, Zhu An'an could not help but grab the hem of her robes. Her gaze quickly fell on the group of people not far away. 

"You guys are still here!" 

Zhu An'an frowned. It had already been more than ten days, but these people were still bothering them. 

Lin Jia snorted coldly. 

"We must capture Ning Caichen or kill him. Otherwise, this matter won't be over. If we can't do this, we naturally won't give up!" 

As soon as these words were spoken, the group of people raised their flags one after another, wanting to kill the two people in front of them. Even some Soul Formation Realm cultivators slowly moved closer. 

They no longer cared about their dignity. They had to kill Jiang Ming and the others no matter what!