I thought that the situation in front of me had been settled, but I didn't expect that something would happen again.
The sudden powerful aura caused Chen Feng's expression to change, he stopped instantly and turned to look.
I saw that most of the lightning that shrouded Baoxiang's body had dissipated.
But the treasure elephant that was supposed to die under the lightning was still intact.
Not only did the golden brilliance covering his body not disappear, but it became even brighter, even shining brighter than when the opponent was completely victorious.
The vast aura emanating from it clearly does not belong to Baoxiang.
"Who is it? Since you have taken action, just show up!"
Chen Feng looked in the direction where the power came from and let out an indifferent shout.
In fact, there is no need to ask. Based on the golden brilliance of the same clan as Baoxiang, it can be judged that the other party must be the master Baoxiang talks about.
Only that kind of old guy can easily withstand five thunderbolts.
"Haha, little benefactor, your insight is indeed extraordinary!"
As the words fell, an old and calm voice came from the misty mountain forest in the distance.
Immediately afterwards, an old monk with eyebrows and beard as white as frost walked out slowly.
This person's steps were not very fast, but with one step he was only a few feet away, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye.
"I, Long Qi, the little benefactor must be Chen Feng, who has become famous recently!"
The other party was not in a hurry to save Baoxiang, but squinted his eyes and looked Chen Feng up and down several times, with an inexplicable color flashing across his eyes.
"That's right! What's your advice, master?"
Chen Feng also scanned the other person's body, his brows furrowed slightly, and doubts arose in his heart.
This old monk, dressed in lama attire, can definitely be Baoxiang's master.
The strange thing is that at first glance, the old bald man has a kind face and kind eyes, and he looks like an old lama.
But as he got closer, the strong aura was like that of a strong man, with no sign of aging at all when he raised his hands and stamped his feet.
But if you feel the past carefully, everything disappears, leaving only a strong smell of decay.
It’s confusing, illusory, and unreal, and it’s really hard to see what’s real!
Having experienced so many things and met so many masters, this is the first time Chen Feng has encountered this situation.
This made him subconsciously alert. With such a strange aura, the old guy was anything but simple.
"Haha, the little benefactor is joking. I don't dare to take advice as an advice! It's just that I, Bao Xiang's disciple, has been with me since he was a child. I really can't see him die here. Why don't you, the little benefactor, be lenient and let me
How about taking him away?"
Long Qi, the old bald man, faced Chen Feng's wary gaze, squinting his eyes and smiling, with no hint of anger on his face.
As the saying goes, don't hit anyone in the face. After taking a look at the miserable Baoxiang, Chen Feng frowned, hesitated for a while and then nodded.
"Forget it, since the master said so, just take him away!"
The old guy's strength is unpredictable, and it's really hard to predict who will win and who will lose in a fight!
Besides, the battle was imminent, and he really didn't want to cause more trouble, let alone suffer any losses to himself.
"Okay, okay, thank you so much, little benefactor Chen Feng!"
Long Qi looked Chen Feng up and down again, nodded with satisfaction, then glanced imperceptibly at the small snake and dragon ginseng in the distance, turned around and grabbed Baoxiang's body to leave.