Chu Linfeng chuckled sarcastically, glancing mockingly at the young man, and said, "You could fool a three-year-old with that talk, but not us."
"You're just brain damaged, thinking we're idiots." Yang Rui, standing behind Chu Linfeng, couldn't help but curse.
The young man's gaze turned cold, his face darkened instantly, then he smirked briefly. "I'm doing this for your own good, carrying these things around is really unsafe."
While speaking, the young man was only a few meters away from Chu Linfeng, and the long sword in his hand began emitting faint energy fluctuations, ready to make a move at any moment.
Chu Linfeng looked at him with disdain. The opponent had at most the strength of the Third Level of Earth Martial Realm; defeating him would be a piece of cake. "The items are in my hands; if you have the guts, come and take them. She has more Demon Crystals on her."
