C1344 The Sectmaster of the World Cloud Hall

Dong!

Jiang Feng felt as if his leg had kicked an iron plate.

Could it be that this old man had practiced an iron shirt?

Jiang Feng was somewhat puzzled that his kick did not have the effect of his imagination, but it was not a good thing for Protector Black to receive this kick.

He looked like he was in pain, breathing a sigh of relief in his heart