"I am just like you, looking for that person."
The Sea Dragon King shook his head.
His gaze involuntarily turned to Wu Weiwei and Zhao Bingsheng and the others. The Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators present were most suspicious, but in front of Jiang Feng, the Sea Dragon King dared not investigate directly.
That Dragon Bone Bow was not to be trifled with.
"In this sea area, all the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators are worth suspecting."
A flying ship rushed from afar.
A middle-aged man stood on it, his spiritual sense extending outwards, rudely enveloping Wu Weiwei and Zhao Bingsheng among others.
"Hmm?"
Wu Weiwei and Zhao Bingsheng both frowned, feeling as if needle-like things were piercing their skin.
"And who might you be?"
Jiang Feng stared at the other party.
Holding the Dragon Bone Bow, as a Golden Core powerhouse of the Cyan Cloud Sect, he could not ignore someone openly examining the disciples of the Cyan Cloud Sect right in front of him.
