What are you going to do, Lao Liu asked in surprise.

Mr. Liu, there is not much time left, so don’t be too slow. The situation is critical now. You must keep the things I give you. Leave them to my master and senior brother. You must not be cheaper. Now, Master Chanxin will take you back to Kaihua City. I will stay here and deal with this masked demon with three masters. Perhaps Wu Feng has a firm face and a trace of resolute ruthlessness appeared on his face. Obviously, he wanted to fight to the death.

It is impossible for Old Liu to say decisively: Although your body is a little better now, it is also the result of eating the pill made from the thousand-year-old red Ganoderma lucidum. His body is still very weak and he cannot breathe at all. If he doesn't take care of it for a while, how can he fight with someone? Anyone can kill you? What do you use to deal with those evil souls?

Don't worry, it's all my life. I plan to fight with this demon. Taking advantage of the effect of this pill, I plan to use it to activate my true energy.

Liu Tou was shocked and said: Wu Feng, do you know that forcibly activate the true energy to reduce the life span. Although you can keep you safe for the time being, it will only last for a few hours at most, but the life span will be several years. This is not a joke.

My life is almost gone. Do I still care about my life span in the past few years? You can go with Master Chanxin. It will be too late for a while. Wu Feng urged anxiously.

The little monk cannot leave, so let the old donor escape by himself. The two uncles, uncles, and masters of the little monk are here, so the little monk cannot ignore them. The little monk named Chanxin turned his head and looked at Wu Feng and Lao Liu and said.

Somehow, although everyone was scared by the evil spirit released from the masked old Taoist trick, even the three old monks looked very surprised, but this little monk was calm and calm, and his business was not about himself, as if he was not doing anything here, like a fool, but he looked very sensible when he spoke and did things, not like a fool.

The little monk's words almost made Wu Feng choke to death. He was dull enough. The boy was even more stupid than himself. He couldn't help but feel a little angry and said to the little monk: I said, "My Master Zen Xin, your masters are not necessarily the opponents of the masked Taoist. Are you staying here waiting to die?"

The little monk Zenxin shook his head and actually smiled. He actually smiled and said slowly: If the little monk doesn’t leave, the two donors should leave.

Wu Feng was not cured by this little monk. His internal injuries had just improved a little. Now the little monk was so angry that he almost spit out an old blood. Seeing that the little monk couldn't tell him, Wu Feng simply ignored him and just said to the head of Liu: Mr. Liu, since the little master Zenxin is unwilling to leave, then you can go by yourself. The three masters and I dragged the masked old Taoist, and he would definitely not be able to catch up with you.

But Old Liu looked embarrassed and the wrinkles on his face were piled up together.
Chapter completed!