Yang Zhiwen's face turned extremely pale in an instant. No matter how remote the place is, he has heard of the reputation of the Blood Killing Sect. This is an existence that even the Qinglan Sect is unwilling to provoke!

Compared with others, his Qingyun sect is not worthy of carrying someone's shoes. A random disciple can destroy Qingyun sect a hundred times in a minute.

There was a hint of worry in Yang Jingjing's eyes, and she subconsciously stepped forward to hold Ning Qi's arm: "Brother Ning, I'm not afraid that you will hurt me, we have to face it together at this time!"