C810 Yuan Jiankong made his move

Qin Feng was now mounted on a tiger and had no way to dismount.

Facing the blood ghost, he did not escape nor did he attack.

"What does this guy mean?"

After an incense worth of time had passed, the blood ghost still had not made its move. It was truly abnormal.

"Could it be that there is something that the blood ghost fear from this boy?"

Yuan Jiankong guessed