The people of the Insect Immortal Sect have all gathered here, densely packed everywhere, but the immortals have excellent eyesight. Although there are crowds of people here, their eyes swept very quickly. Every face can be remembered in their hearts in a moment.

However, after a while, Chen Xing and others were surprised to find that there was no such person who intercepted them.

"What? Have you found it?"

Xiangyang asked.

"this"

Chen Xing had sweat on his face, and he was flying around in the crowd, searching everywhere.

"Can you say that it was among the people of the Insect Sect who were killed by you before?"

"No, we've checked it long ago!"

"Then have you found it?"

The person who asked the Immortal Sect seemed a little impatient. This guy named Chen Xing had searched three times, but he still found nothing.

"It seems that the man was not what I asked about the Immortal Sect. All this is just a farce directed by you."

At this time, the Sect Master of Wenxian spoke lightly.
Chapter completed!