The man had excellent skills in light body. As soon as he landed, his body stood beside Wu Feng like a mountain. The aura that looked down on the world from him suddenly shocked Wu Feng's body with white hair sweat. Wu Feng's cultivation was also not weak. He deliberately concealed his aura and showed extremely clumsy. When fighting with a black-haired zombie, he deliberately revealed a flaw, which made the black-haired zombie grab his shoulder for a while, and also made a tragic sound.

When he looked back, he saw the man standing beside him, wearing a black robes, a black face covering on his face, and a unique bun of Taoists on his head. This person was the masked old Taoist who had not seen for a long time, that is, the elder Zhuque, one of the four elders of the White Lotus Sect. His eyes were sharp and bright, and he glanced at the black-haired zombies in front of him like an eagle. There was no trace of turmoil in his eyes, as if these black-haired zombies were nothing in his eyes.

Just as Wu Feng was caught by a black-haired zombie and flew backwards, the elder Zhuque took action. He stretched out a hand and patted Wu Feng's shoulders gently. Wu Feng's body flew straight to the side. Wu Feng was panicked and recognized himself for Zhuque. However, when his hand landed on his shoulders, he did not have much strength and was very gentle, dragging his whole body up. At that time, Wu Feng wanted to avoid his palm intentionally, but Wu Feng didn't hide. He wanted to gamble, but he bet that the elder Zhuque did not recognize him. As a result, Wu Feng was sure to bet that the elder Zhuque did not recognize him. As a result, Wu Feng was sure to bet that the elder Zhuque had no aggressiveness and was obviously helping him. Wu Feng flew out horizontally, and did not feel any discomfort on his body, and he landed steadily on the ground.

Immediately, Wu Feng saw the black-haired zombie that had scratched him, and quickly turned his spearhead and pointed a pair of sharp claws at Elder Zhuque. The elder Zhuque stretched out his hand and blocked the claws of the black-haired zombie. Then, his hand fell on the forehead of the black-haired zombie. With a slap, the black-haired zombie's body shook and fell to the ground. In this palm, Elder Zhuque obviously used internal force to slap the black-haired zombie's head and held it down, and his brain must have become a ball of paste.

Wu Feng took a deep breath again, but he didn't expect that he hadn't seen him for more than half a year. The cultivation of Elder Zhuque still made people shocked. When he stood in front of him, he felt helpless and frustrated. Even if Wu Feng's cultivation reached this level, he felt like a seven or eight-year-old child facing an adult. The huge gap in power was too great.
Chapter completed!