Chen Chao frowned slightly. Looking at this middle-aged Taoist, he felt a huge difference. This time when he entered the ruins, they should be the younger generation of monks, but the middle-aged Taoist in front of him was obviously not young anymore.

, he should be a monk from a certain sect, but why did he appear here?

Chen Chao narrowed his eyes, but had already put away the elixir.

Regardless of the other party's identity, he would not hand over the elixir.

This is no ordinary thing.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at Chen Chao and did not speak. On the contrary, the Qing Niu looked at Chen Chao with some doubts and asked: "Who are you and why are you here?!"

Listening to this eloquent green bull, Chen Chao didn't feel any surprise. He had been dealing with monsters for many years, and it was not uncommon for monsters to talk.

What's more, the green bull in front of me is obviously the middle-aged Taoist's mount.

Chen Chao ignored him and just looked at the middle-aged Taoist. When he entered the mountain, he felt that his realm had been suppressed again. He thought the same was true for the middle-aged Taoist in front of him. Unfortunately, even so, he

I also felt that the middle-aged Taoist was very scary.

That kind of terror comes from the soul.

The middle-aged Taoist in front of him must be an extremely advanced monk.

There is no doubt about this.

Chen Chao was a little nervous, and the hand holding the knife was a little harder.

"You are the Liang Wufu who won the championship in Wanliuhui."
Chapter completed!