C860 I Have Stepped on an Iron Plate!

"Hey, brat, we want this seat. Make way!"

Walking in front of Ye Feng's table, the Martial Cultivator surnamed Du said to Ye Feng indifferently with a cold expression.

His tone and expression were as if he was ordering his own servants to follow him.

The other two disciples of the Heavenly Extreme Hall behind him also looked at Ye Feng with disdain in their eyes