Taoist Mosquito is a little puzzled. Doesn’t his Tiandao Sect have an innate spiritual root called Huang Zhongli?

Why such a big reaction?

If Chu Feng heard this, he would definitely scold her for being a full man but not knowing how hungry a man is.

Innate spiritual roots, not to mention quasi-sages, even saints would want to take possession of them as their own when they see them.

"Good disciple, this time we've got it."

"I'm going over now. If anyone dares to steal something from me, I will kill him."

As soon as the words fell,

Chu Feng waved his hand to interrupt the light curtain, hugged Taoist Tianluo tightly, and said ecstatically: "Lao Luo, we've made it!"

"Follow me quickly!"

"Lao Yun, look after the house..."

Chu Feng grabbed Taoist Tianluo and galloped away towards the northwest wind.

With one step of quasi-sage strength, the scene suddenly changed.

Taoist Mosquito looked at Chu Feng in disbelief and said in surprise: "Master? Master uncle?"

"You guys, did you come here on a rocket?"

Ride a rocket?

A quasi-sage still needs to ride on a rocket?

Innate spiritual roots!

I got mad on horseback.

"My dear disciple, where is the innate spiritual root you mentioned?"

Chu Feng hugged Taoist Mosquito tightly and kept shaking.

The mosquito Taoist looked a little shy and pointed towards the cave, not far away.

A green hollow willow appeared in front of Chu Feng.

The surging breath of life suddenly evaporated and swept through the surroundings.

Because of this, many elixirs grow here.

“Hollow Willow???”
Chapter completed!