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For someone like Ma Bozhuo, who had no serious master, but who could accidentally embark on the path of a warrior after being exposed to evil ways, Jiang Feng couldn't bear that he would just perish here. He nodded in the direction of the old man, opened the door and left. .

When Jiang Feng closed the door, his face turned into a black coal look.

He knew that the old man was definitely hiding something from him, but as to what it was, he had to wait until the Ma family's matter was over, and then he would find someone to investigate it carefully when he got back.

"What's going on? Aren't you Ma Bozhuo's bodyguard? Are you here to see our master and apprentice?"

Jiang Feng had already reached the corner of the corridor. He didn't expect that halfway through following the others, someone behind him would go to the room to look for the old man.

Hearing the old man's voice, the person who attracted Jiang Feng to leave seemed to feel something was wrong and his body froze.

Because Jiang Feng was worried about the old man's safety, he didn't care about luring the snake out of the hole at the moment. His feet moved slightly, and his whole figure disappeared in an instant.

When Jiang Feng appeared again, he was already standing firmly in front of that person.

"Tell me what Ma Bozhuo asked you to do."

Jiang Feng said with an indifferent expression.

The person standing opposite Jiang Feng was the person with the best lightness skills among the power Ma Bozhuo had in his hands. If Ma Bozhuo wanted to do something that others couldn't do, he would let this person take action.

As a result, he was caught by Jiang Feng without even reacting. As someone who has used Qinggong to show off his power for a long time, he knew that he was facing a tough situation this time.

"Boss, I don't mean any harm. I would like to ask you two to come over. We are not our people over there."

In just a few words, the man told the story of what was happening.

"Go back and give the elixir to Ma Bozhuo. If he dares, he can survive in the mist for an hour by taking one."

As for Ma Bozhuo's fear, Jiang Feng didn't say anything. He also wanted to see if the future junior brother had such courage.

That person also didn't expect that Jiang Feng didn't want to go with him. If he could go back with the elixir he gave him, it would count as a failure in this mission.

In short, he can still go back with the things, and at least the boss will not get angry. At least he has gained something.

Thinking of this, the man clutched the elixir bottle in his arms, nodded quickly, then turned around and jumped a few times to land in the blind spot of the surveillance, and disappeared from Jiang Feng's eyes in a few seconds.

"It seems that this junior brother has quite a few strange people under his command."

With Jiang Feng's eyesight, it was natural to see that this bodyguard was not a serious Qinggong practitioner practicing bit by bit on the right path, but a skill that was slowly developed by relying on some kind of cruel training that dehumanized people.

The things that seemed to be similar to those obtained by Ma Bozhuo gave Jiang Feng an inexplicable sense of similarity.

"Boss, I got the elixir from that apprentice. He said that taking one can resist the fog for an hour."

The man quickly came to Ma Bozhuo through a secret passage, still clutching the bottle of elixir that Jiang Feng had thrown into his arms.

One look at the nervous look on his men's faces, and Ma Bozhuo knew that he believed Jiang Feng's words.

However, having been trained by those "relatives" in the Ma family who were inferior to animals since he was a child, Ma Bozhuo is not so easy to trust others.

"If you believe it, take one and go over there and call me back to your captain."

Ma Bozhuo's light words sounded like the sounds of nature to that person.

This was his original intention, otherwise it was just a mission, which was far from enough for him to run back and forth at such a fast speed regardless of his physical pain.

The man didn't have any ink either, so he opened the bottle and poured out one, then stuffed it into his mouth without looking at it.

After standing there and waiting silently for a while, he found that an inexplicable warmth suddenly surged out of his body, and then he set off.

As for whether this person rushed into the mist with the elixir, Ma Bozhuo didn't care.