C344 The Old Taoist Has Come

Qin Feng sat on the ground and fiddled with the turtle shell. This was a good thing. If he took it apart, he would make a set of defensive armor to ensure that he would be invulnerable.

When the old Daoist heard this, he grinned and lit up a large cigar. Then, he carelessly threw the woman, who had already vomited white foam, beside that man like a bundle of pigs