The Foundation of the Sacred Land!

"Go away or die. Your choice."

Chu Feng's indifferent voice echoed in the mountain.

Opposite him, the two Mount Longhu's disciples dug their ears in disbelief.

A sudden snort of laughter.

"Kid, are you crazy?"

"Do you know, what this place is?"

"On account of Senior Brother Xuan Chengzi, hurry up and get lost. Otherwise, don't blame the Mount Longhu Sacred Land for being rude to you!"

When Chu Feng heard this, he smiled despite himself.

He spoke softly.

"So you don't want to get lost, do you?"

"Eh, I think you're courting death! Watch me…"

They were not done talking.

However, Chu Feng only waved his hand gently.

He didn't do any other movement.

It was just like chasing away flies.

His palm landed on their shoulders.

Boom!

Crack! Crack!

The two Daoist-robed disciples were slapped to the ground at the same time.

Their legs simply clicked.

They directly broke!