He looked at Chen Feng and smiled and said, "I'll just say that you little guy is a talented person. Now it seems that the talent of nature is not enough to describe you!"

"You are the body of heavenly hatred! Hahaha, little guy, the body of heavenly hatred, you will know how powerful it is in the future! How unstoppable it is!"

Chen Feng was confused when he heard this. He only knew that now he and Old An were in extreme crisis!

Li Hun stared at Old An and shouted coldly: "Get out of here quickly, I'll end him first and kill you, otherwise I'll kill you first, so that you can't live even in this moment!"

At this time, Old An suddenly flashed and blocked Chen Feng.

Chen Feng exclaimed: "Old An, what are you doing?"

Old An turned around and looked at Chen Feng, then a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there was a lot of reluctance in his eyes.

Then, he turned around, looked at Li Hun, and whispered: "Let Chen Feng go, I'll go back with you!"

"What? I'll let you go? Do you want me to let you go?" Li Hun looked at Old An, with a disdainful smile on his face.

He said contemptuously: "Why are you? How do you match?"

"With my strength, it's more than enough to kill him and then capture you back? Why should you tell me not to kill him?"

"What do you think you are?"

His voice was filled with contempt.

Hearing his contemptuous words, Chen Feng was extremely angry, and he struggled to stand up.

Even if he is seriously injured and dying now!

An Lao is one of the people Chen Feng respects the most. Just like his grandfather, he will never allow anyone to insult An Lao so much.

Old An was not angry at this time. He just looked at Chen Feng and shook his head slowly.

Then, he turned his eyes to Lihun, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Oh, do you think I can't negotiate with you, right?"

"You think you can easily kill him and then catch me back, right?"

He suddenly smiled coldly, then stretched out his right hand and suddenly a pot of pot appeared in his palm.

This pottery jar is about the size of a fist, and is made of cyan ceramics, and looks extremely ancient.

The lines are hard and simple, but at the same time, they are full of indescribable beauty.

It was like the ancient ancestors burned it with the simplest craftsmanship, but it was poured into it with the most devout faith.

It looked like an ordinary pot, but after seeing this pot, Li Hun's face suddenly changed drastically, he took two steps back, and shouted in surprise: "Native Soul Lord?"

"Native Soul Lord! You actually have the Native Soul Lord!"

Chen Feng was secretly surprised, but he also realized what kind of soul lord this clay pot should be.

Although he didn't know what it was for, this thing should have a great damage to the soul-losing.

Otherwise, the extremely arrogant Lihun would not have shown such a look.

"That's right, it's the native soul master."

Old An smiled slightly. Although he smiled, his smile was extremely cold and filled with a sharp hatred.
Chapter completed!