Chai Rong waved the mountain-opening axe to block everyone, with a serious expression on his face and full of vigilance. The half-step path ancestor of the Shukun clan is not an ordinary person. This person is powerful and is of the middle and upper level in the half-step path ancestor realm, and cannot be resisted by Chai Rong.

"Second Brother Third, the arrow from Senior Brother just now..." Wu Feng was a little confused, wondering if the senior brother had arrived.

"The elder brother is separated from here with dozens of star fields. It will take some time to come. The arrow just now consumes too much and it is difficult to shoot it again."

"Aren't Brother, the Master, protecting the Dharma?" Xuan Yi was also a little surprised. It is said that Yu Tian should be protecting the Dharma for the Dao Ancestor at this time, and he would not take action even if there is something big.

"Hey, it's not that my senior brother won't tell you, but that there are no more people who know about it at this time. You can wait and watch the fun!"

Chai Rong seemed to have concealed some things.

"What should I do now?" Xuan Yi pointed to the master of the half-story ancestral realm of the Shukun clan who was approaching.

"I'm going all out to hold this old thief for some time, but I'm afraid that others will attack you. I didn't expect that there will be so many half-step Ancestral Masters here today, so I've miscalculated it."

Chai Rong thought that these people came to the ancient battlefield just to deal with Wu Feng and others. He only came to the sky with some masters of the Lieyang Realm. It was enough to shock him to come.

But these half-step Taoist ancestors have come, which shows that in the hearts of those big clans, although they despise Wu Feng in words, they still attach enough importance to such a human genius and must absolutely kill without leaving any future troubles.

As Chai Rong expected, another race's half-story ancestral master also came out and poked out a palm to slap Wu Feng and others. His palm covered the sky and sun, covering Wu Feng and his group of more than a thousand people below.

"It's just a group of ants. No matter how evil they are, they are still ants or dead. I'm relieved!"

This person didn't even look at him and directly suppressed him with one hand. In his eyes, it was already an honor for these ants to let Wu Feng and others take action personally.

"Haha, fellow Taoist shows mercy. Among these human races, there is a little princess from my Yaque clan here, so you can't let you kill them at will."

An old man suddenly walked out of the void at some point. His hair and beard were all white and bearded and hunched, like an old man in a twilight age, wearing a linen shirt, his hair was white and he was covered with patches, just like an old man who lived in a difficult countryside.

There was no fluctuation of energy in him, and he walked out of the void like this, his old look was inconspicuous, but it made everyone take a breath.

His voice was dull, as if he was chatting about family matters, but his voice could sound in everyone's heart.

This man did not make any moves, but the attack of the previous half-story master of the Ancestral Realm turned into invisible. Then he staggered back and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Moreover, the blood spurted out turned into a ball of flame, which was evaporated dry in an instant, and the body also turned red, with flames burning in his meridians!

The half-story master of the Ancestral Realm hurriedly retreated, swallowed a pill and sat down cross-leggedly, clearing the flames in his body.

Fu Zhen's expression changed drastically, and his pupils in his eyes shrank sharply and looked at the old man and said, "Old San Que, your Yaque tribe has always remained neutral. Could it be that you want to get involved in the grudges between my Fu tribe and the human tribe today?"

"Haha, I am just a servant. I shouldn't ask about my masters' affairs. I came here today just to take back his flesh and blood left in the human ancestral star for my master."

Que Laosan's voice was hoarse, his speech was a little leaky, and a few of his front teeth had fallen. He was so old that he seemed to fall down as soon as the wind blew.

But Fu Zhen knew that although the old man called Qu Lao San in front of him still seemed to be a half-step Taoist ancestor, his real combat power was much stronger than Chai Rong. He was an existence who had personally created the Taoist ancestor realm, and his cultivation was unfathomable.

There are rumors that this person should have already entered the Dao Ancestor Realm, but for some reason, he still suppressed his cultivation level in the Half-Step Dao Ancestor Realm.

Just a few words just now made the half-step Ancestral Master in a mess. If he really took action, the man had already been killed.

Que Lao San ignored everyone, as if the half-step Taoist ancestors were floating clouds in his eyes. He turned around and walked towards Huang Wu, then knelt down and bowed, "Old slave Que Lao San pays homage to the young master!"

As soon as this person appeared, Wu Feng felt a familiar feeling. When he looked at the old man, he suddenly remembered that it was this person who secretly spyed on him in the ancient battlefield!

Wu Feng was very surprised. It is said that the ancient battlefield can only allow the highest moon-stair cultivator to enter. The old man was injured by the extremely powerful half-step Taoist ancestor in one encounter. His cultivation level was absolutely terrifying. Why could he enter and exit the ancient battlefield?

"Young Master?" Huang Wu looked at the old man kneeling in front of her, and was full of doubts. She came from the ancestral star of the human race and had never formed any force. How could the young master be called?

Moreover, she knew very well how old she had lived. She had successfully passed away and lived in the second life. The years she had experienced were extremely long. The title of Young Master should never appear on her again.

Although I don’t know where the old man came from, Huang Wu still didn’t dare to agree with such a powerful old man kneeling towards him, so he hurriedly reached out to help him up.

"Before the old slave came, the master asked the old slave to bring an object, and I believe the young master should know him."

Que Lao San took out a cloth bag from his arms. The cloth bag was very old and could no longer see the original color and material. It was just because someone used great magic power to protect the cloth bag, which prevented it from being destroyed due to the erosion of time.

The moment Huang Wu saw this cloth bag, her body suddenly trembled slightly, and she let out a light cry to cover her mouth with her hands, and her emotions began to fluctuate, and her eyes were slightly red.

As the old man opened the cloth bag layer by layer, Huang Wu's emotions gradually lost control and tears flowed out of her eyes.

The cloth bag was covered with five or six layers, and each layer of fabric was very frugal, and it was also wrapped in great magic power so that they were no longer damaged.

This kind of magic package must be blessed again every once in a while, otherwise it will gradually dissipate. For the strong, only extremely precious things will be like this, because in this way, some vitality will be consumed.

Everyone stared at the cloth bag in the old man's hand curiously. A person who could lay out such powerful magic power was definitely a master of the Taoist Ancestor Realm.

What a treasure this is, which can actually allow a Taoist ancestral master to consume his energy to protect it?

When the last layer of fabric was lifted, an ordinary wooden hairpin was exposed. It should be a woman's wooden hairpin.
Chapter completed!