C833 Mad old man

Holding the Frost Mourn in his hand, Chen Fei looked at the quarreling Master and disciple, he could not believe his eyes.

"Teacher, quickly make your move!" The White Bone Spirit kneeled on the ground, continuously knocking its head against Chen Fei's calf.

"Ol 'White, I'm sorry!" Chen Fei gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his Frost Mourn.

"You dare to make a ruckus, make a ruckus