Just the moment the old white-haired man raised his hand, Wu Feng felt an extremely powerful true energy emitted from the old white-haired man's body, and the air around him was surging and surging, blowing on his face, the flesh on his shattered face felt a little painful. Before he could react, the stalactite on the top of the high cave fell down. The stalactite weighed at least several hundred pounds, and was more than ten steps away from him. The old white-haired man actually had only the strong wind driven by a single palm to knock it down to the ground. Such incredible skills had reached the point where Wu Feng could not even dare to think about it. This was not something that humans could do.

Wu Feng opened his mouth in surprise, and no one could touch the upper and lower teeth. He looked up at the top of his head, confident that the huge stalactite had indeed fallen off the top of his head. He looked down at the stones that had fallen into several pieces on the ground, and finally fell on the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man was carrying his hands on his back and looked at him with a smile on his face. The white-haired body was blowing without wind, and it blew away very easily, looking like a god in the sky. Wu Feng made a gurgling sound in his throat, and finally closed his mouth. He swallowed and spitted, and then he stammered and said: "The ancestor, master, disciple, grandson, didn't he see it?" That big stone was really hit by your old man with his palm wind.

I didn't kill the stone by me. Could it be that the old man with white hair said a little unhappy, but the expression on his face was still a bit complacent, and he finally missed a big face in front of his disciples.

Wu Feng scratched his head. The shock at that moment made his heart stumble, but now he kept jumping wildly. When he was slapping the gravel door, he felt a very powerful sense of accomplishment. Seeing that his ancestor was just raising his hand, he shot down the huge rock with just a palm wind, the sense of accomplishment disappeared instantly.

Master, you are simply not a human being, you are definitely a god. If you are outside, everyone will definitely worship you as a god. Although Wu Feng's words are a bit suspicious of flattery, they are indeed from the heart. At this moment, his admiration for Master is like a surging river.

The old man with white hair was stunned for a moment. Although his stupid disciple was praising him, he always felt that somewhere sounded awkward. After thinking for a while, he couldn't figure out anything. He was about to say something. At this time, the yellow-haired monkey raised by Wu Feng walked over with the large porcelain jar used for eating. It walked straight to Wu Feng and pulled his trouser legs. Wu Feng looked down at the yellow-haired monkey, but saw that the yellow-haired monkey first pointed to the broken stalactite on the top of his head, then pointed to the stone falling on the ground, and finally pointed to the white-haired old man.

Wu Feng understood it and nodded: Fat Monkey, this stone was taken down by the ancestor. Is the ancestor very powerful?
Chapter completed!