One Against Three, The Advantage Is With Me! (2)

"Yang Xie, what are you waiting for? You don't want this young master to personally deal with such a small matter, do you?" Zheng Xingui said indifferently.

Yang Xie frowned. He was displeased, but he did not dare to flare up. Unless he broke through to the Martial Saint Realm, he was naturally inferior to Zheng Xingui, a direct descendant of the Zheng family.

"Court Head Zhang, excuse me!" Yang Xie's true qi surged, and his loose clothes fluttered even though there was no wind as he walked toward Zhang Mudie.

"You guys really dare to attack in the inner city?!" Zhang Mudie's expression was extremely solemn.

"Junior Sister Zhang, at this point, do you still not understand the situation?" Lu Huanxiu mocked.

Seeing this, Lu Yi did not say anything. He only stood in front of Zhang Mudie and twirled his white beard.