Mr. Liu, Master Huikong, you are all okay, Wu Feng said excitedly.

Since I woke up, I was completely immersed in the complicated emotions. The white-haired old man who was thinking about me didn't even think of looking around, and completely forgot about the masked old Taoist. Now when I saw Lao Liutou and others, my face turned red and I felt a little embarrassed.

However, Wu Feng always understood one thing in his heart. Since he was alive and the two bat kings stood here, it proved that the masked old Taoist was either dead or escaped. In front of these two bat kings, except for the ancestors and grandfathers, there was probably no one who was their rival.

Old Liu looked at Wu Feng from a distance and did not dare to go over rashly. He had seen the power of the bat king, but he didn't want to touch its moldy head again. He looked at the Bat King standing beside Wu Feng, swallowed, and said: Wu Feng, we are all fine. The masked old Taoist was killed by these two bat kings. You kid was worried about me just now. I was attacked by the masked old Taoist and bleeding from all the orifices. I thought you could not survive. It was these two big bats who saved you. You said you want to have a three-length and two-length short-length short-length fucked. I had no shame to go back to see your master.

Looking at Old Liu, Wu Feng was inexplicably moved. In this world, besides his master and senior brother, the one who treats him the best is Old Liu in front of him. But looking at Old Liu's figure, Wu Feng's mind always had the shadow of the white-haired old man in the cave of Broken Soul Cliff.

Thinking in a daze, Wu Feng quickly walked to Lao Liutou, Master Huikong and others, suddenly knelt down on one knee, bowed and said sincerely: Thank you, great kindness, Wu Feng cannot repay you, and remember them all in his heart.

Old Liu's face tightened, and he quickly reached out to drag Wu Feng up, complaining: Why are you polite to me? I have been treating you as my grandson. If you want to talk about it, you should thank Master Huikong and the others. If they hadn't come to help, we both would have died long ago.

Wu Feng looked at Master Huikong with gratitude and Master Huicong and Master Huiming not far away, and planned to kneel down and kowtow to them a few more times, but Master Huikong reached out to stop him.

As a monk, Amitabha Buddha is compassionate, how can he not save him? This is what I should do. Don’t be too polite to the little donor.

Master, you are so polite. Wu Feng and Mr. Liu were saved by all the masters. For us, the masters almost lost their lives and deserved the next bow. Wu Feng said sincerely.

OK, Wu Feng, don’t thank you like this. You must keep your kindness in your heart, not in your mouth. If Master Huikong and the others have any difficulties in the future, you can help each other like them. Old Liu saw that Wu Feng and the yellow-haired monkey were at peace, and he was in a good mood and was in a good mood to talk and laugh now.

That was natural. Wu Feng was a little embarrassed by Lao Liu's words, and touched his head and smiled foolishly.
Chapter completed!