"Brother Han, do you know the exact location of the Bingpo Wasteland?" Chen Yang asked.

Han Xiaotian smiled and said, "Brother Chen, if I didn't know the exact location, I wouldn't dare to come."

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Brother Han, you are too modest."

Since he knew the exact location of the Ice Soul Wasteland, it would be beneficial for him to travel with him, but this person did not seem to be an easy person to deal with.

It’s better to be careful.

Chen Yang felt a headache looking at the injured wolves on the ground. He didn't know what to do with them. After all, they were injured because of him.

Just as he was thinking about it, he felt something was wrong and his eyes narrowed.

This breath...

He instantly remembered the two shadows that were chasing the wolf princess. It was clearly them. He was no match for them at all and could only take shelter temporarily.

He didn't care about Han Xiaotian and the others anymore, he held Xue Qing's hand.

As soon as she saw his expression, Xue Qing knew there was danger and stood up immediately, and Xiao Ling did the same.

Several people quickly walked towards the pine forest nearby, and naturally did not care about the injured wolves.

Han Xiaotian's expression froze, but he also realized the danger and left quickly with Chen Yang.

The group tiptoed behind a row of tall pine trees.

Chen Yang left and stopped, hiding behind the pine forest and holding his breath. Xue Qing and Xiao Ling did the same. Although Han Xiaotian didn't know what danger was coming, he also held his breath.

Wangyu opened his mouth slightly, looking very surprised.

Han Xiaotian was a man who had always been so arrogant, but what was wrong with him now? He was actually acting like he was facing a formidable enemy.

Seeing Han Xiaotian glaring at him fiercely, he could only hold his breath carefully.

Two dark shadows suddenly appeared in the open space where the injured wolf was lying.

Han Xiaotian's heart trembled. Isn't this the Wolf Clan's Shadow Messenger? He hadn't even noticed the icy yin energy surging all over his body.

He moved his eyes slightly and looked at Chen Yang, wondering why he knew they were nearby, and where did the wolf clan's sacred object come from on him?

The doubts grew deeper.

Noticing Han Xiaotian's gaze, Chen Yang remained calm and just looked quietly at the two black shadows not far away under the sparse moonlight and snow.

I couldn't see their faces clearly, but their clothes, figures and aura were the same. I couldn't be sure if they were the two people I met that day.

The wolf's dark blue eyes were extremely cold. He stared at the snow wolf lying on the ground. Seeing a pool of blood of a monster next to it, his brows under his cloak were tightly furrowed.

"Awoo, awoo!" Seeing the two of them appear, the injured wolves became a little excited and kept howling.

"The blood hasn't dried yet. It happened just an hour ago." Canlang said.

The two men were similar in build, both wearing black cloaks, making it almost impossible to tell who was who.

Canglang looked around. The surroundings were cold and quiet, but there seemed to be something hiding in the dense forest.

"Could it be a night owl?" Canglang asked.

"That shouldn't happen. How dare Night Owl appear here?"

Howl, the wounded wolves were still howling, their eyes filled with hatred. Canglang waved his black robe, and the icicles were like flying knives, piercing into the wounded wolves with a whoosh.

After howling twice, the snow wolves became motionless.

"How dare you question the Shadow Messenger! Damn it!" Canglang cursed.

"Could it be that the Ice Wolf Spirit Source Jade has appeared?" Canlang asked doubtfully.

A strange smile flashed across Canglang's lips, and then his black robe fluttered violently. Chen Yang and others who were hiding nearby felt a surge of pressure, and their bodies moved involuntarily.

Hearing the noise, Canglang laughed coldly.

He turned around, and his ice-blue eyes under his cloak looked at Chen Yang and the others without any emotion.

This look made Chen Yang certain that this was the first time they saw him, so they were not the same two people as before.

"Xiao Ling, take Xue Qing away. Wait for me in the northwest corner, one hundred miles away!" Chen Yang said softly. He pushed Xue Qing away with a sudden push and threw out a ball of fire from his palm.

"Burning Flame!"

The fire soared into the air and rushed towards the Cang Wolf and the Can Wolf.

Canglang opened his palm and the fire immediately disappeared in his palm.

Chen Yang's eyes narrowed. He knew that Fenyan might be useless, but he didn't expect it to be so useless.

Han Xiaotian had a smile on his lips, his eyes were extremely gloomy, his slender body flew into the air, and a small silver sword appeared in his hand.

He is also a sword cultivator, and a sword cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage. Chen Yang knows that his strength is not bad, but it is hard to say whether he can defeat these two people.

Seeing Han Xiaotian take off, Dead Language's strong body rushed over like a jack with great force.

He is a master of Qigong.

One is flexible and adaptable, the other is extremely powerful. Han Xiaotian and Death Language have fought many battles that were almost impossible to win together, so when they attacked together, he felt more confident.

"Shadow Messenger, I've heard of your name for a long time. It's a good opportunity to meet you today and have a fight with you!" Han Xiaotian said excitedly, and the silver swords arrived in front of Canglang.

Canglang didn't move, but his black robe kept fluttering, as if there was a hair dryer inside.

"The human race is worthy of competing with me!" Canglang waved his robe, and countless icicles appeared, but they were much larger than before.

Han Xiaotian dodged nimbly among the ice cones and once again pointed the silver sword at Canglang's chest. The corner of Canglang's mouth cracked, and Chen Yang suddenly saw a very long scar, which stretched from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ear. It was extremely scary.

His spasming fingers grabbed at the air, and the cold air was like a piece of cloth caught in his hand, and then spread out very widely, like a huge net covering Han Xiaotian and Death Language.

"Burning flames!" Chen Yang shouted, and with both hands he fanned the flames and threw them towards the wolf.

Bang! The flames touched Canglang's robe and immediately ignited it.

Canglang looked down at his robe, sneering in his heart. What kind of magic weapon is this? What the hell is this? He actually keeps throwing it at him. What a brainless kid!

He wanted to laugh but was also angry.

Laughing at Chen Yang's stupidity and being angry at his insults to himself.

His eyes were shocked.

Chen Yang saw a huge icicle behind him suddenly break and then pierce his back.

The Seven Deadly Swords slashed fiercely.

Boom! The icicles instantly shattered into pieces, flying through the air.

Fortunately, Xiaoling and Xueqing had left, otherwise he would have to distract himself to take care of them.

At this moment, Han Xiaotian swung his silver sword suddenly, cutting through the net thrown by Canglang. The sword spun again and stabbed at Canglang. With a swish, the black robe on Canglang's chest was cut open.

A large cluster of black, shiny, and hard-as-steel-needle hairs stood up with a brush sound.

Because of the special nature of the Shadow Messengers, although they have cultivated human bodies, they still have body hair. They do not want this hair to be seen, so they wear black robes all year round to cover it.

Canglang was furious. He squeezed his palms hard and a huge ice ball appeared in his hands.