The scene suddenly became a little cold. No one knew what to say. The Taoist in the yuan infantile period looked at Ye Feng and wanted to say something. A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. His face was even paler. He slowly shook his head and sighed: "a son is wrong, and all is lost! The elder is indeed a superior! "

Ye Feng couldn't understand the meaning of this. He looked at the old way doubtfully and said, "I have no intention of passing by here. I'm really sorry for your injuries!"

the Taoist looked bitter, as if ye Feng owed him tens of millions. He...