The world of the artisans (1)

The cultivator who spoke looked at Tang Zhen. There was a trace of vigilance in his eyes, as well as an unnoticeable joy.

He placed his hands behind his back and made a hand gesture to his companions. At the same time, he asked Tang Zhen,"Brother, you look unfamiliar. It should be your first time coming to these ruins. May I know where you are from?"

While he was speaking, the surrounding cultivators slowly spread out and blocked Tang Zhen's path.

Tang Zhen merely smiled faintly when he saw the other party's actions.

Obviously, the question just now had aroused the other party's suspicion. However, there must be a reason for them to be so sensitive.

"Where do you think I'm from?"

Tang Zhen retorted. He looked at the cultivator in front of him who had a stiff expression and was calculating in his heart.

"Yingluo, I think you're something that came out of the creation ball!"

When the cultivator said this, he suddenly attacked Tang Zhen's vital points.