There are one white bar and two white bars respectively, corresponding to primary cleaning㦂 and intermediate cleaning㦂.

"Cleaning?"

When Jia Feng saw this, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, "How did you know I was here?"

Du Yan tilted his head back and drank the beer, then crushed the can and threw it on the ground.

He yawned and continued to move forward.

"Stop! They're probably not here to arrest you, because with these few, they're not worthy!"

One of the men in black robes was instantly wrapped in red Qi.

This is a master.

boom!

The ground beneath his feet shattered, and his figure turned into a beam of light and rushed in front of Du Yan.

His fist now erupted in flames, "Skyfire Fist!"

Du Yan's expression remained calm. He simply raised his hand and grabbed the other's fist.

"You're looking for death! You dare to take on my Xuan-level technique...Ah!"

Before the Grandmaster could finish his words, a sharp cry suddenly rang out.

His eyes were filled with fear at this moment, and the Qi emanating from his body disappeared instantly.

He stood there stiffly, his whole body numbed with fear.

Du Yan released the master's fist and continued to move towards Jia Fengqian.

Seeing this, another black-robed man in the distance shouted in a deep voice, "Old Zhao! What's wrong with you?"

But the man in black robe didn't say a word. He still stretched out his fist, but blood was dripping down from his fist.

"Grass!"

Another man in black robe tore off his black robe and threw it to the ground.

He was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a lot of fat on his face and half-white hair.

He gritted his teeth, increased his strength to the limit, and his body was covered with blue Qi.

brush!

This time he did not choose to attack head-on, but from the side. When he was about to attack, he found that Du Yan disappeared from his sight.

"Don't show off your speed in front of me."

Du Yan's hand rested on his shoulder from behind.

boom!

In an instant, sharp wooden splinters emerged from all parts of the middle-aged man's body.

The next moment, the wooden thorns shrank again, leaving only a few bloody holes.

The middle-aged man stared, "Qi Jin transforms into a form?"

Xu Mu in the distance was also shocked and speechless, although he had long known that the strength of the intermediate cleaners had the largest gap.

Du Yan released his hand from his shoulder and continued to move towards Jia Fengqian.

When Jia Feng saw this, he was shocked.

Two masters... No, including the one guarding the entrance to the ruins, there should be three masters.

All of them were killed in seconds?

"Brother, I was wrong, I surrender!"

Jia Feng was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly.

Du Yan came in front of Jia Feng and grabbed both of his shoulders.

Snap!

"ah!"

Jia Feng was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground. Both of his arms were dislocated.

Du Yan squatted down and pinched his two knees again.

Snap!

Jia Feng's tears fell.

Du Yan's expression remained calm, as if he was doing something ordinary.

He turned his head and looked at the intermediate cleaner behind him, yawned, and said, "The rest is up to you."

"Yes, Captain!"

The intermediate cleaner nodded respectfully.

"Wait! Brother Ye Chen! I think you're a good person. Let's go to the prison and chat together!"

Jia Feng endured the severe pain, turned around to look at Xu Mu in the distance and shouted coldly, "I've been tied up, and you still want to be safe?"