Just now, the reason why he didn't kill him was that there was an ancient warrior in that warehouse!

Although the other party did not show up, Chen Feng could feel that the person's strength was far higher than that of himself. If he had just taken action, he would definitely die!

"Made, why are so many practitioners emerging all at once!" Chen Feng was a little afraid after wiping the sweat on his forehead.

At the same time, just as Chen Feng left the warehouse, a white-bearded old man wearing a long robe and a blue shirt walked in slowly from the back door.

The old man was 60 years old, his hair and beard were all white, but his eagle eyes were particularly sharp. After glanced at Qiu Meng in a faint way, he slapped the other person's forehead with one hand.

"Wow!"

Qiu Meng, who could not move, spit out a mouthful of blood after the old man's palm fell, but his face calmed down a lot.

"Thank you for helping me!" Kneeling on one knee, Qiu Meng hurriedly kowtowed to the old man: "Master, why didn't you take action to solve that waste just now?"

"Oh!"

Upon hearing this, the old man smiled coldly: "Since it is your task, how can you intervene in the master? Wouldn't it be a laughing stock if you spread it!"

Qiu Meng: "But..."

"Shut up!"

"Since he asked you to fight in three days, you can go to fight. If you can't beat him, you can only save your spiritual energy if you die!"

"Yes, yes! The disciple knows." Facing the old man, Qiu Meng did not dare to be disrespectful at all, and kowtowed honestly on the ground.
Chapter completed!