"Young man, you say, what did you want to say to Poor Dao just now?" The masked old Taoist took a step closer to Wu Feng and asked coldly again.

The masked old man was only a foot away from Wu Feng, and the coercion exuded from his body made people panic, but Wu Feng still calmed down, a character like the ancestor and grandfather was thousands of times more powerful than the masked old man in front of him, when he faced his old man for the first time, Wu Feng was not timid, and even scolded, what is this old guy?

Wu Feng straightened his chest, facing the masked old man, Ling Ran was not afraid, and said in a deep voice: "You can't take this little ghost baby away!" ”

"Why?" The masked old man asked quietly.

"Because it's mine." Wu Feng said word by word.

"Hahaha......" The masked old man suddenly laughed, his whole body trembled with laughter, and his tears almost laughed out, and after laughing, he stared at Wu Feng again and said: "Young man, you are really not small, Poor Dao has lived for most of his life, and those who dare to steal things from Poor Dao are dead, aren't you afraid of death?" ”

"Don't be afraid!" Wu Feng said calmly: "We are both cultivators, and we worship the Sanqing Patriarch, I think my predecessors and I have sworn in front of them, do more good deeds in our lives, do the right thing for heaven, and never kill innocents indiscriminately, I believe that my predecessors are not the kind of people who are untrustworthy and kill innocents indiscriminately." ”

Listening to Wu Feng's half-sycophantic words, the masked old man's face couldn't help but turn red, but the sky was too dark for others to see at all, he stared at Wu Feng for a while, and then said: "Boy, Poor Dao has killed many people in his life, there are heinous people, and there are also so-called good people in the righteous path, but they all have a common characteristic, that is, they block the road of the poor road, so they must die, do you understand the meaning of the words of the poor road?" ”

Wu Feng naturally understands what he means, now he and Uncle Liu are his roadblocks, as long as he is willing, he and Lao Liu Tou will definitely die, Wu Feng's heart sank, and he didn't speak for a long time, but he felt that this old way was too domineering, and the evil aura on his body was very heavy, it was really because he had killed too many people, this kind of breath, Wu Feng had felt it in the executioner Ma Liuye, but the evil aura on Ma Liuye's body was really far worse than the one in front of him.

Seeing that Wu Feng didn't speak, the masked old man thought that he was afraid, so he glanced at Lao Liu Tou, who was standing not far away, and turned around and walked slowly towards the depths of the dense forest with the little ghost baby in his arms.

Watching the masked old man walk away from here step by step, Lao Liu Tou finally breathed a long sigh of relief, and at the same time pinched a cold sweat for Wu Feng, just now, Wu Feng's life and death were only in a thought, as long as the masked old man was willing, Wu Feng could die at his hands at any time.

Lao Liu Tou looked at Wu Feng, seeing that Wu Feng had been looking directly at the back of the masked old man, his eyes flashed with a determined look, his lips trembled slightly, as if he was about to speak, at this time the masked old man did not go far, Lao Liu Tou still knew Wu Feng better, and his master Qingfeng Dao looked the same, brainless, would not turn, once Wu Feng spoke, it was about the little ghost baby, how could the masked old man be so easy to speak, if he annoyed him, let alone the little ghost baby, I Wu Feng and my old life must also be explained here.

Old Liu Tou was just about to stop Wu Feng from speaking, but it was too late, and Wu Feng suddenly said in a deep voice: "Senior, no matter what today, the little ghost baby will stay here." ”