Yang Jian was indeed a leg trainer. He could run very fast. He might be unable to outrun a tier 6 flying beast, but the Colossus was very heavy and could not catch up with him.
When he appeared next to the clone, a red-haired clone patted his body and said, "Yang Jian, make sure you're safe!"
Ling Feng's consciousness was on this clone. Yang Jian nodded, took a deep breath, and then ran further away. The other clones waited in place.
As soon as he ran, the onlookers behind him were dumbfounded.
"Why aren't you moving forward?"
"Could it be that Ling Feng is going to resolve his physiological needs? And then have the clone stand by?"
I don't think so. I think tomato noodles should be mixed with fertilizer No. 38 because the length of the steel bars will affect the distance the tractor can travel. Do you understand?"