The white-robed young man before him wore an exceedingly calm expression. Qin Fengming's face shifted uncertainly.
As for the white-robed young man before him, Qin Fengming had the urge to unleash a thunderous attack and wipe him out on the spot. What unsettled him, however, was the vague feeling in his heart that the young cultivator possessed some tremendous reliance. Even if he went all out, whether he could kill the young man opposite him was still uncertain.
"How did you learn this Qin's identity? I would ask Fellow Cultivator Ouyang to explain it."
His heart roiling, Qin Fengming forcibly suppressed his urge to attack. His expression changed, and he altered his features, restoring his original appearance.
"Hehehe. Young Master Qin is indeed young and promising. As for how I recognized you, it was nothing special. The moment Fellow Daoist Qin arrived here, you struck three times in succession, and each time you cleanly broke one of Jingyun Sect's three formations. Such methods were not something just anyone could accomplish."
Looking at the young cultivator before him, Ouyang Chen secretly admired him as well. Although this person was not as handsome and dashing as himself, there was an exceptionally comfortable feeling about that youthful face. It seemed as though the man before him harbored no hostility toward anyone at all.
Moreover, the young man before him seemed several years younger than himself. At first sight, Ouyang Chen's expression shifted slightly as well, and a trace of sinister ruthlessness flashed through his eyes before vanishing. He gave a chuckle and said,
"Relying on merely that, you concluded that this Qin was the Young Master of Manghuang Mountain? This Qin doesn't believe it."
Looking at the white-robed young man before him, Qin Fengming knew that although Ouyang Chen had concealed it flawlessly,