บท 389: Heavenly Talents Tournament!

As he finished speaking, a slightly old figure in a white robe slowly appeared.

He looked like a sage.

Seeing this, Anderson pursed his lips.

"This old man is starting to show off again. Every time there are outsiders around, he always acts like an expert. Bah!"

In front of him, the white-robed old man staggered, but he still maintained a kind smile on his face, as if he had not heard anything.

With a casual wave of his hand, the white-robed old man imprisoned Mei Hong.

It was smooth and relaxed.

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow.

The old man who had just appeared was definitely an expert.

At that moment, Mei Hong, who had been restrained, suddenly flew into a rage and stared fixedly at the white-robed old man.

"Anaodo! As the head of the An family and the former King of the Sacred War, you only dare to bully the weak?!"

"My father is right. Your existence is a disgrace to the 16 Councilors!"