"Of course, but I believe that the young master will not die. He is a great opportunity. This is not his home court at all. It is impossible to kill him with Ouyang Peng's cultivation level."

The old ghost nodded, his eyes unspeakable, but his sudden words made the Lang Yifei fall into deep thought.

Yes, the young master had great opportunities and would never die so easily. For a moment, a ray of excitement flashed in Lang Yifei's eyes.

"Hmph, what good did Ye Lingfeng give you? It's so stupid to believe him so much. But since you believe him so much, I will fulfill your wishes and send you on your way first."

Ouyang Peng's face was gloomy when he heard this, he snorted coldly, his body moved, and the next moment he appeared in front of Lang Yifei.

Looking at Lang Yifei lying on the ground without any resistance, Ouyang Peng's eyes flashed with a hint of fanaticism, and he immediately sneered: "Your cultivation is almost at the level of God Refining. I guess the blood of the demon king has been condensed in his body. Now that you are going to die, this is really a bargain for me."

"What?" Lang Yifei felt a coldness coming when he heard this, and a strong look of horror appeared on his face.

"What? Are you scared? At the beginning, you should understand what the consequences of opposing me will end. Now it's time to end, everything is over..."

Seeing this, Ouyang Peng laughed even louder. After saying that, he suddenly reached into Lang Yifei's heart with his hands as his claws.

"No, Ouyang Peng, you must die a bad death..." Seeing Ouyang Peng dig out his heart with his own eyes. Lang Yifei roared unwillingly.

The sound fell but fainted and he was unable to open his eyes anymore.

"Xiaofei, Xiaofei!" The old ghost was next to Lang Yifei. Seeing Ouyang Peng killing Lang Yifei with such a means, the desperate roar could not tell his current mood.

"You can't wait, right?" Ouyang Peng looked at the old ghost and sneered at the old ghost.

He then said, "He said he would not let me go even if he was a ghost. I will see what you, a ghost cultivator, can do to me? Die me!"

After Ouyang Peng said that, he raised his right hand and grabbed the old ghost, and grabbed his neck.

"Ah! Woo! Ouyang-peng..." The old ghost was already seriously injured by Ouyang Peng, so he could only support himself in one breath and survive?

Now that Ouyang Peng is pinned, his face is extremely pale in an instant, and even his speech begins to be shot continuously.

"Haha, die, I won after all, I won. Ouyang Peng is the number one genius in Qingzhou. Haha, none of you can stop me. You can't do it, you can't do it, Ye Lingfeng can't do it even more..."
Chapter completed!