At this time, Luo Cong agreed and whispered to Chen Feng.

"Come in with me."

"Remember what I say, say whatever I ask you."

"Don't say anything you shouldn't say anything!"

After instructing Chen Feng, Luo Cong took Chen Feng into the conference hall.

As soon as I entered, the door of the hall was automatically closed.

Buzz!

Suddenly, Chen Feng felt five pressures of different strengths and weaknesses fall on him.

"All masters!"

Chen Feng's heart was thrilled, and he immediately realized the strength of these five people.

Three foundation building late stages, two foundation building mid-stage!

Even one of them was only stronger than Chen Feng in the later stage!

"Chen Feng, I've seen you all!"

Taking a deep breath, Chen Feng clasped his fists at everyone, saying neither humble nor arrogant.

The white-haired old man in the lead nodded slowly and said lightly.

“No need to be polite.”

"I heard from Cong'er, are you good at facial art?"

The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Chen Feng and asked.

Those sharp eyes seemed to see through Chen Feng.

Luo Cong was on the side, hurried toward Chen Feng and urged in a low voice.

"The patriarch is asking you!"

"Ask a quick answer!"

Chen Feng raised his lips, showed a faint smile, and said.

"Yes, I, Chen Feng, don't have any other skills."

"But I have never made any mistakes when I see the secrets of heaven and count human life."

Swish!

As soon as Chen Feng said something, a cold light suddenly flashed in the white-haired old man's eyes, like a sharp sword falling on Chen Feng's body.

Then, a surging breath sucked out and said in a deep voice.

"Then what do you think of me?"

Chen Feng raised his head, glanced at the old man with white hair, and then suddenly showed a playful look.

"You really let me say it?"

The old man with white hair was shocked, and then a cold murderous aura instantly locked on Chen Feng and shouted in a low voice.
Chapter completed!